Scott hadn't been paying the others much mind as he watched the land, fingers absently drumming on his rifle as the Warthog rumbled over the terrain. It was a bit of a shock when Lunamaria started talking to him. He listened to what she said, forcing himself not to look at the Spartan in question in case he caught on that he was being talked about. He would never had thought that the man would feel that way about him, most others didn't, including those on his own team. He was about to ask Lunamaria how she knew he had been on this line of thought when she went ahead and explained it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Makes sense."</span>He thought rather than said. He was shocked a second time by the message she played for him of Alastor's thoughts. He couldn't help the smile crossing his face as the message concluded.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Thanks Lunamaria."</span>He thought and meant it. More often than not he felt like because of who he was nobody ever really wanted him around, much less on their team. Sure he made it seem like it didn't bother him, after all, it was part of his character to keep on the sunny side, but it all added up and began to wear on him after a while. It had been years since his mother had passed, and he wasn't on the best of terms with his father, the two people he could always turn to just to talk and get everything off his chest. Now, he didn't know where to go so he kept it bottled up instead.