Scotty busted on the scene just as Irene was about to go from a drunken handsy to Oh-God-You'll-Regret-This-In-The-Morning. He waltzed over to the bar with purpose in his stride, directly toward Irene. Scotty didn't know the bloke she was with, and he wondered if she did, either. After his completely traumatizing escapade with one of the poisoned martinis, he sought to protect Irene with every ounce of time he had available.

He put a hand on Irene's shoulder. A steady, firm hand, and began to push her a bit to see if she'd let up off of the other man at the bar. As he did this, he tried to insert himself between them, back to Gabriel.

"Oi, lass, what's say we get you out of this dive, eh?"