"Sorry Victoria."
He knew she had already left and probably couldn't hear him but he didn't trust himself near her again right now, right now he really needed a smoke. Ignoring the fact Scott was still in the room with him he reached into his pants and pulled out a pack, he then popped one of the cancer sticks into his mouth when he realized he didn't have a light.
"I wonder if Bogdan has a light, he is a Pyro after all." He thought as he left the barracks.
Scott wandered out of the room, and actually ran into Victoria who he lightly touched on the shoulder to get her attention, and when she turned around he gave her a bright grin.
"Sorry 'bout the oaf, love. I'll try to straighten him out with some extra training later. So, what parts of England are you from, love. Oh, and do you mind me calling you love? It's a little habit I picked up from my grand-da," Scott continued with a rakish grin.