Scott just looked at her nervously at a lost for words. He suddenly regreted asking, he regretted getting so close, and he regretted entering the cell. Hell, he regretted getting out of bed and coming in to work today.<br/><br/>"Errr Crystal... this isn't going to kill me... is it?" Scott asked, already knowing the answer. He knew it was a stupid question to ask, but he had to hold some hope. And he didn't have a weapon to fend off his attacker, believing himself not to need it. It became just another thing on a long list of things he regretted that day.