Blade down pants (no, he wasn't happy to see you) and other blades in hand, Scourge waddled out after Usopp. "So we're gonna go back to our rooms and hoard, yeah? Good plan. We need to hang out more often." Especially when Scourge could actually hear what Usopp was saying. He was pretty sure it wasn't pure insults, Usopp wasn't looking innocent enough for that.

On top of the practicality of the situation, this made Scourge feel very useful. He was disabled and useless for his true purpose and yet here he was, having a trained human lead him directly to a stash of weaponry and looting the store for the benefit of his allies. This was better than he'd done in the past three nights of flailing around with all his senses intact. Maybe he was just that good.