"Oh, so you like me, Scotty?" she replied, a little amused by the idea of Scotty liking anyone. She shook her head. "I knew you took the knife to get my attention." She leaned her head against the wall, feeling utterly at ease. Their encounter had driven all the fear from her mind, and he was in no state to be a threat to her. Glancing back at him, she realized that he was actually in danger of drifting into unconsciousness. "Scotty," she said, a note of warning in her voice. "If you pass out, I won't be held responsible for what happens to you." She didn't want him dead, but let him think there was a serious threat there. Perhaps there was.