As for Scarlett, everyone sans Max wanted to avoid her like the plague. The same could almost be said for Sky, who’d been eager to find a listening ear to vent to about her problems with Dave (who was currently 3 seats down from the aforementioned ex-contestant, glaring daggers) – the problem being nobody wanted to listen and deal with issues and emotional bull after two weeks of exhaustion on Pahkitew Island. Thus Scarlett was stuck either: A) Listening to the “EVIL mastermind of supreme evil” go on and on and on and on (well you get the point) about betrayal and trust and sidekick-ness or B) listening to Goody-Two-Shoe’s sob story about her short-lived romance with the whiny twig.
Scarlett chose what she assumed to be the lesser of two evils. However, taking a look at her current companion, who had been gabbing on for about an hour or so (along with wild hand gestures), she assumes that now would be a terrific time for regrets.
“-and he tried to kill me with a MOUNTAIN!”
“If you really want him to stop obsessively pursuing you, I could always dump some Solenopsis into his bunk.”
It didn’t stop red ants from storming bastilla a la Dave in the dead of the night.
It also didn’t stop Sky from chewing out Scarlett in private (not that people didn’t suspect the red-haired villainess of the act) about “morals” and “playing fair” and about “not being a deranged sociopath at least 20% of the time.”
It wasn’t until later when Scarlett found a hastily scrawled ‘thank you ’ note within the pages of her favorite book on quantum physics that she found all this even remotely worth it.
Hopefully that wasn't too unbearably OOC. I'm not saying that Scarlett did it for Sky's benefit, but probably her own. In that she wanted Sky to shut the heck up before the former gets accidentally charged with manslaughter.