Scott couldn't decide what was worse, the fact that there were several telepaths in the school that could read his thoughts at any given moment, or the fact that while discussing some mission plans his phone went off in his pocket, and before he could even say anything you'd asked when he'd gotten a tinder account. The man was flabbergasted, fumbling for words before straight up lying."I don't have a tinder account." Right on cue, the sound in his pocket goes off again. He should really put that thing on silent.