Riding up to Amelia's Casa, he lowered the kickstand and killed the engine, though the noise of the Harley-Davidson would have easily alerted the occupants of his arrival anyway.  Taking off his helmet, long, thick, dark brown hair fell about his broad shoulders as it was freed.  Sea green eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark Oakley sunglasses as they took the sight of the house in while he hung his helmet on the handlebars.<br/><br/>Climbing off the bike, he stretched a bit and shrugged the jacket free that provided protection from road rash, just in case he had to lay the machine down, and laid it over the seat, revealing a simple black tank top beneath that showed off the various tattoos on his toned arms and neck as well as hinting at some on his back.  His legs were hugged by snug fitting boot cut jeans, a bit faded and worn, and his feet covered by a pair of black Dingos.  Jerking his head to each side, he cracked his neck and headed into the house.<br/><br/>Calling out as he stepped through the always unlocked front door, he heard his echo sound back to him as he said the name of the owner, and his friend, to see if she was home.  "Amelia?"  He heard a voice coming from outside, near the pool, and made his way there, spotting the one he was looking for and pausing to give the other man a slight nod in greeting.  He then moved to kneel by her side, resting a hand on her knee before speaking again, his voice smooth, yet touched by an edge of roughness.  "I heard about what happened.  Everything okay?"<br/><br/>Scott's face showed clear concern for his dear friend, and the news of Tales had reached him rather quickly since he had seen the cops loading him into a car upon driving by, and after seeing her leave out soon after, he decided to come check on her.