[Scotty had been periodically poking his head out of the pub door, hoping to spot an Inmate loitering. He had no idea what this kid looked like, but he got the feeling that people didn't just hang out outside the pub if they couldn't get in. Sure enough, after one of his head-poking escapades, he noticed someone wandering around. He shouted a greeting.]

Oi! You happenna go by Twentae-One, there? [He shook his half-empty pint at him.]