[Seeing her face etched in fear is... well, maybe he actually hasn't seen such an expression on himself before, but he's sure that he's had a similar look when his own glasses were knocked off his face. Hasn't happened in ages, but he still remembers that fear of destroying things around him, hurting people, and he almost subconsciously presses his shades against his face, like making sure that it's really there. It really fucking sucks, huh?

So, it's nice to see it immediately disappear when she slides her glasses back on and whoa okay-- she's really happy. Well, guess he got the right one, huh? He lightly chuckles, the laugh leaving him with a small if genuine smile. Look, he's not going to make a big deal of this.]

Hey, no problem but jesus, don't call me 'mister,' it's Scott. [He answers as he rises to his feet as well, posture lax now that glasses are found and everything. There's still that curiosity pressing on Scott to ask her about her 'condition,' but he decides to push that down for the time being.]

And no, don't jump back in the dirt, the only thing that you'll fall into is crushed dreams and disappointment.