[ Well, he's used to the sound of screaming, but he hadn't really expected it to come at that particular moment nor from that particular room. It is, indeed, something that somebody should check out. That person should probably not be Rio Ranger. But when he looks around and doesn't see anybody else immediately respond to it, he shrugs and decides that he'll do. Though, well - he would have checked out what was going on even if somebody else had, morbid curiosity and all that.

He looks around and, seeing nothing of particular interest, blinks a few times. Nobody appears to be dead and while there's a ton of scraps, that's more or less exactly what he'd seen before. The whole place was practically a junkyard. That wasn't really anything worth screaming about. There's a long, drawn out sound of exasperation. ]

What the Hell are you screaming about? I thought somebody died in here or something.

[ He looks around the room again, just to make sure. Nope, nothing particularly egregious. Come to think of it, he should piece some of this junk into something useful. He needs something to work on, but he's been a little distracted.

Though, hm, maybe there had been a victim. ]

Something of yours get reduced to scraps or what?

[ That sounds like something he'd do, actually. ]