Oh, is that what that pipe was about? It was far too inferior a weapon for his new wingmate, Scourge would have to see about getting him a blade to match his flute. Maybe a bladed flute. That would rock.

"I can try and hear for you, if you need me to," he said, eager now to find some way of being helpful. He was practically beaming as he got to his feet. "Not sure what my wavelength detection threshold is in this body but it's gotta be better than a human's."

Something actually happening! And plans! And...Scourge hadn't felt so excited in days (months, if you restricted it just to excitement over diabolical plans). Piper seemed to have a knack for bringing that out in him.