Well, Scott didn't think the guy would do it like that.

"Uh..." The fact the guy's looking at him means that some of the patrons are looking at him too, and it's with a small sigh and a light rub of his neck that he manages a 'désolé'. It's likely he pronounced that poorly, and it's not like he knows enough French to be able to explain his way out of this one (not like he knows this man well enough to explain his behaviour, jeez), so he lifts both his hands up in what hopefully looks docile enough to the other people so they can hopefully forgive...

Man. Both of them, he realises, now that they're sort of connected.

Scott does walk up to where the man is though, moving to grab his wrist fearlessly. The fact that 'fearlessly' has to be specified isn't lost on him; this means there's something Scott should instinctively fear about him.

But he does pull him off to the side where they can wait for the pan... whatever the hell that was, in peace.

"Is that how you always order things in public?" he asked, voice sort of hissing towards the end.