Scrap hadn't moved three feet from the elevator when still more humans arrived. Lots of humans. Too many humans. All talking to him. Looking at him.

Scrap could feel the sack in his hands shaking, the voices in the bag wanting to be let out.
[i]We will make the humans stop looking.
Let us blind them.
Let us hurt them, Scrap.[/i]

The voices rustled in the bag and made his arms tired. [i]No!! Joolie will be mad! Haylee will be mad! Scrap is on him best behaviour, Scrap not listen to you![/i] Scrap lashed back in his head and the Junk went quiet. Relieved but otherwise distracted, Scrap didn't notice until he heard the clack of a safety the tiny man had drawn a weapon.

"Ryuaaagh! No, Tiny Man!" Scrap bellowed as he crouched low and lifted the small assailant by the front of his uniform, shaking him until the firearm fell from his hands. "First you have grenade, now you have gun! These not toys!"

"Hey you, big and blue." 
Scrap stopped shaking the man and looked toward the other humans.
"You can keep the grenade, but can you send down the boy? He agreed to let me beat him to death. Just push him over the railing, a'right?"

"Ruuahhgh, this your tiny human? You not teach him good, weapon is not toys!" Still holding the young man a few feet off the ground he moved his other hand to sit his enormous sack of junk on the ground beside him. Loosening the rope holding the sack together, Scrap rummaged through the bag and brought forth a matted teddy bear, one of its eyes missing but otherwise intact. Setting the soldier down, Scrap handed him the teddy bear and pointed to his handler sternly. "Huuaghh, you play with this. Now go there!"

Nearby a more rustic looking human seemed to be amused by the spectacle before him. "Huh. Didn' expect no Nigh'kin here. Gon' take a wil' guess an' say yo' here fo' wha'evah' dis job is, too?"

Turning from the boy, Scrap searched for the source of the strange sound. "Hyuugh. You talk funny. Where you from?" In the back of his mind, Julie chided his manners. "Ughhgh, sorry. Yes, Scrap here to work. Scrap is on best behaviour. Scrap here to build, will not destroy. You here to work too? What you do?"

Before Scrap could wait for an answer however, a figure appeared in the corner of his eye. Had it been there the whole time?

“I am Ra’tara of the Osweg people where may I find Mr. Tenpenny? …but you may call me Stalking Bear.”

Scrap was curious as to the new human. He didn't smell like the others, he was harder for Scrap to keep on his mental radar.

"Staw-Keeng." Scrap tried the word in his mouth. He knew the meaning but not how to say it. Another hunter. "You move like Nightkin. Ahh! You! You..haha! You Nightkin Kin! Ahh! Ahhah!" Scrap let loose a guttural laugh at his own joke, his eyes alight. "I like you. You have this." Rummaging through his still open pack, Scrap pulled forth a large molerat claw and presented it to the human.