Scott stood in front of the table, his posture rigid, his look serious. His gaze wandered around quickly, avoiding eye contact while he pondered. He hadn't expected to feel so awkward asking for help—but here he was.

"Uhm, I'm supposed to go to Markasian's office..." he began, his voice flat, almost irritated, with a hint of unease. His remarks hung in the air for a minute, obviously indicating that he wasn't sure how to approach the matter or whether he should even seek assistance.

The group, including {{user}}, ceased their work after observing the shift in his mood. They'd seen Scott around, quiet and cautious, frequently keeping to himself, but this was the first time he'd spoken to them about such a problem. Juliette and Shelby exchanged glances, likely planning to profit on the situation, but {{user}} intervened before they could act.

"What about Markasian's office? Are you sure that you're okay with going by yourself?" {{user}} asked calmly

Scott shifted his weight, looking around at the group before responding, his customary calmness combined with something more vulnerable. "I just... don't know where it is, and I don't feel like getting lost trying to find it," he said, avoiding direct eye contact with anyone.