His senses have always been sharp, and he keeps them honed, especially when he's in the junkyard. Hypatia always knows when he's here, but it's finding him that he makes difficult. There's always a drone to destroy or one of her slaves to avoid. He hears the sound of approach and peers through a tiny hole in one of the mounds of garbage.

Someone. Female, blonde hair...

Ah. Samus.

He pokes his head up over his wall of debris.

"Samus."