[The wince doesn't go past Spy's radar. He gets to his feet swiftly, having been sitting at the table before Scout walked in. His legs bend slightly, as if he means to walk forward, but he stops himself. Instead, he tries to assess the damage from a distance, his gaze sweeping over Scout's body.]

My nights were so lonely wit'out your feet to make my back ache. What exactly 'appened out t'ere? I'm not sure 'ow much I trust cell block gossip.