James T. Kirk

Actually... aye. He wasn't so sure where the other Scott had gone. And he was clearly making this one nervous -- admittedly, he couldn't blame the man. So, Scotty took his hand back and clasped it behind his back, with a little smile that was sincere, and good-natured, and maybe a touch sad. "Actually... ye ken, I should probably be gettin' back home. But good luck. Oh! An' if she's still here, there's a really beautiful car, th' Riviera, an' she could probably use some love. Finer lass ye willna meet."

Scotty gave a nod to both Keenser and this other Scott. "Sorry for disturbin' ye, an' it was good meetin' ye." Then, he turned and headed back the way he came.