Scott. [ He holds his hand out and shakes it in the air, as stupid as that looks-- he'd picked up on Quentin's sentiment and he appreciates it. Scott thinks it wouldn't hurt to be nice about this sort of thing. ]

I have definitely not been to the underworld, but if that place made you feel weird... I hope this place doesn't make you feel the same kinda weird.

[ And speaking of feelings, Scott's residual misery is receding, leaving him in his default state of slightly fearful and kind of curious, thank God. He probably won't be forgetting Quentin probably still feels them any time soon, though.

Scott rubs the side of his neck. ] Talking about touch... so it was you, right? Who did that emotion thing?

What, is that your power here?