[ Scott practically jumps in his seat at the brush of a foot against his shoe; it might be a graceless gesture but it's still a plenty deliberate gesture, one that doesn't have a whole lot of varied meanings. He takes another sip because there's no way this is happening right now. ]

Wow. Um, here, specifically? No, it's not really my usual speed.

You know where I live? I feel like I shouldn't be surprised, but still. Wow.