When the lights died, Scrap was quick to react, darkness his ally for many years. Crouching low and drawing his oversized dart gun, he was all but invisible skulking toward the stairs for a vantage point. It was no Stealth Boy but the Nightkin was able to move surprisingly silently for his size, his only handicap being the need to leave his precious junk behind. When the lights flicked back on Ellie would notice her conversational partner no where in sight with only his giant satchel to mark the place he once stood.

When Tenpenny requested the lot be seated, Scrap did so though not without a few curious stairs as he descended from the balcony once more. After House's spiel of riches and wealth untold it became very clear to Scrap the lot of them would be traveling together for some time. Narrowing his gaze at the Tiny Man once more Scrap snarled an unspoken reminder to keep tongue to himself or have it ripped out. 

"Many thanks, Mr. House," Tenpenny said. "Any questions?"

Scrap raised his form uneasily, un-wedging himself from the wingedbacked chair as he spoke. "Scrap have, grah, Scrap have question, Penny Man. Why need two workers? Scrap fix anything, Gutsy not necessary." As if to illustrate his point, Scrap marched to where his satchel lay and shouldered his supplies. "Scrap fix anything," he repeated.