“Such a gentleman,” she replied, walking in to the lift in front of him but keeping an eye on him. She abhorred the turbolifts, but this whole frustrating encounter would be over in less than 30 seconds. Maneuvering the controls to indicate deck 6, she turned to face him fully. Turning one's back to Scotty was always a bad idea.

His eyebrow twitched when she brought up the scar, and her smirk widened a little. “Well that's no fun at all, Scotty. If you change your mind, my offer to carve the Enterprise on your face still stands,” she replied, tone light and conversational.

She wasn't going to bring up the knife. He would know she was thinking about it, but there was no need to remind him that he had power over her. Soon, she promised herself. Soon he'll pay.