The silence between them was a bit oppressive, and Scotty tried to think of something to lighten the load. Between him and the other Scott, there had been a bit of an emergency, a bit of work to be discussed and completed. What did he have in kind with this version? Aside from some basic genetics and a general propensity for fixing things, he had no idea.

"If ye want, Montgomery," Scotty supplied after several seconds. "Ya can be Scotty 'ere. It just dunnae feel right callin' ya Mr. Scott, anyroad."