The eerie silence that pervaded the area once again caused his pessimism to again rear its ugly head, as he thought of ways that things could possibly go wrong. And there were a lot.
His pessimistic revelry was disrupted as they reached the plaza and voices could be heard and ponies could be seen moving around the plaza. Scraps continued with his present course of action and waited quietly for the leaders of the party to make whatever decision they so chose.
He just hoped it didn't entail having to run in guns blazing.