[Oh, Scott. A year or two ago, how that would have sent her heart pitter-pattering. She's kind of glad she's older than you are now, even if some of those softer feelings still remain, it's easier to transition them into something friendship-y. Brother-y.

...okay, not really brother-y. Not yet. But maybe! Someday!]

Why Scott Summers, are you comin' on to me? [She drawls with far more self-confidence than she possibly should, her hip jutting out slightly to the side as she rests one hand on it. And then she laughs, free and clear and unabbreviated.] Sure, I can give you the five bit tour. Might as well get some fresh air.

[She turns towards the door.]