[ Scout just figures if he went ahead and broke Spy's nose with his cast now, he wouldn't get to do it later, and they had who knows how long to sit in this place. It had been tempting, though. With the next comment, he's reconsidering it. ]

I'm sure you can think up all sortsa lies, ya dirty rat.

[ The snarl of his lips betrays that he knows what Spy's getting at, however. Scout's only distracted by a sound down the hall, which he goes to investigate. It appears the food has arrived with two guards. ]

Friggin' took ya long enough, fellas! What's for chow? ...Eugh.