[ Scout broils silently, but there's a part of him that suspects Spy is right, and that part hurts. It's even more frustrating that he can barely move, sitting there feeling like he's cocooned in his anger and misery.

Still, the quiet after a few moments seems unbearable. He needs to break something, if not free, and silence was the most fragile thing here. ]

You know where it is, right? I hope it's the dime in there today and not that old lady.

[ It was that old lady, unfortunately for him, not that the 'dime' wanted anything to do with him anyway. ]