"Maybe they're all just staying inside," Scott responds.  He sighs, and regards the tire iron, which is starting to become a bit heavy in his hands.  His feet are starting to hurt in his work shoes, and he's starting to wish he'd worn his sneakers.  The joke, or test, or whatever it is, ceased to be amusing a very long time ago and now he's just marching through it to completion.  He quite insteads on letting the shrink have a piece of his mind the next time he sees her.