Scott was half turned towards the two Spartans, half still facing the battlefield. He listened to the small bit of conversation, more like an introduction than anything. He couldn't help but chuckle when Alastor filled in what seemed to be the summary of the other's life and accomplishments.<br/><br/>"Fan much." He muttered over the com link, his smile carrying into his voice. He was sure the other Spartan, John as it was, was either a little creeped out by this memorization of everything Alastor had just spouted, or maybe even slightly proud that his title carried so much behind it.<br/><br/>"Is there somewhere else we can make these introductions, maybe someplace where we're not at risk of an attack at the drop of a hat?" The ODST asked. He knew that as long as they remained where they were his attention would be divided, not saying anything about that of the Spartan, though they appeared to be too absorbed in each other.