Scott's not quite as paranoid as Deacon is.  His first thought, upon seeing the chain-link fence, is that this is a construction zone.  On some odd instinct, he examines the equipment for anything useful -- a hammer, a nail gun, even a cordless power screwdriver -- before nodding at Deacon's bequest.  He approaches the passenger side, peeking in the window.  "Hello? Anybody in there?" He raps lightly on the window with the tire iron.  If there is, he'd be surprised.