The Scout's skin prickled a bit when he caught sight of a bit of -almost comically- fiery red hair; So bright it was very nearly orange. Swallowing lightly, he dared to pull the mask off further- despite his sudden trepidation, at this point it would be stupid to just /not/ do it. So, with one smooth movement, accompanied by a forced surge of courage, he found himself quickly delving into the Red Pyro's as of yet totally guarded secrets.
And immediately he was appalled. It was instantly obvious why the guy never showed his face- not only was the entire left side of his head bald and covered in ugly scarring that disappeared below the collar of his suit to likely extend down his body, but additionally a strange metal piece seemed to be bolted onto his face. The Scout had never seen anything like it- almost looked like something out of a science fiction movie. The aforementioned metal piece fully covered the Pyro's bottom jaw, and extended upward to encase his mouth and the bottom of his nose. It seemed to have a detachable piece where his mouth ought to be, as well as ventilation grids near the nose, which white puffs of breath filtered out through every few moments.

"The hell..?" He dropped the mask and drew back a bit, unsure what to think. For the first few moments he couldn't think, almost overwhelmed with something very akin to, but perhaps not quite horror. The Pyro was, undeniably, /ugly/, no two ways about it whatsoever. But after the initial shock passed, the Scout found himself getting curious again. Everybody had a story.. And he wanted to know what this guy's was- it had to be, in the least, interesting. His mind went wild with ideas- likely none of which were true, but it was surely an engaging pastime to imagine the possibilities. So engaging in fact, that he didn't even notice when the Pyro began to wake up.
On the Pyro's end of things, the world was bleary and his thoughts, blearier. What even happened? One moment he was fully prepared to torch an enemy Scout and the next he was waking up on the floor. Whatever happened, he was sure he'd at least have a nasty bruise from it by the way his poor head felt like it was about to split in two. Of course the very next thing he noticed was that he couldn't even lift his hands to rub his pounding head. A bit disconcerted, he tugged a bit, only to find that his arms were bound behind his back, and- was that his mask on the floor? And who was- ohhh shit. It was the Blu Scout; He was sitting not far from the Pyro, hugging his knees to his chest and resting his chin on his arms. It took the Scout about two seconds to realize that his captive was awake and looking at him, and he drew back just a bit, making a face. Damn Pyro was even creepier when he was conscious.. And surprisingly expressive for someone whose face was halfly covered in metal. Shock, embarassment, confusion, fear, maybe a bit of shame, all crossed his face at once before he looked away, shutting his eyes tightly.

"Ah can uh.. See why yah wea' th' mask all the time." The Scout interjected, almost a bit shyly, given their situation. He realized just how wimpy he sounded about two seconds after this and mentally slugged himself in the face- be assertive, don't let him know you're just as.. If not more, freaked out as he is. You're the one in control here so stop being such a whaz.

"H-hey'a, speak up or somethin', when I talk t'you, creepy." Without really thinking he reached out to grip the Pyro by the arm and shove him to the floor roughly, leaning over him. Okay maybe that was a little too assertive. Their gazes met for a few moments.. What he saw surprised him. The frightened, even defeated look in his captive's eyes exposed something so very /human/ in the Pyro.. And the Scout was reminded all too suddenly that behind the mask, behind the metal and the scars and the general 'legend of the Pyro', there was a person. Ultimately human, just like him. He coughed a bit, pulling back- a strange feeling was pooling in his gut, and he wasn't sure if it was good or not. His grip went lax and he glanced off to the side a bit shiftily before looking back down at the Pyro just sternly enough to mean business and forced out a confident,

"What's ya name?" The Pyro looked up at him silently for a few moments. He had fully expected the Scout to just off his miserable ass and go back about his business. The fact that he hadn't was a surprise in and of itself.. Now personal questions?
He was forced out of silence when the Scout's grip suddenly tightened on his arm, expressing his captor's impatience rising. The Scout glared down at him, snorting a bit.. He'd be damned if he let the Pyro silently intimidate him into stepping off now.

"... Spiro." Came a sudden, gentle reply from below. Despite having expected a response, any response, the Scout was still surprised to hear it. To him it was like listening to the Pyro through a wall. Possible and intelligible if you listened carefully enough, but fundamentally indistinct and muted. The Scout swallowed again as he let this process, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Just looking at the guy still made him feel as if he was going to spontaneously combust... Though even in spite of that, knowing that the muffled noises he made actually equated to words was somehow comforting..?

"R.. Right, yeah, uh. That's a funny soundin' name." There was only a short silence between them before the vaguely muffled voice of the Pyro tentatively ventured to ask,

"... What's yours..?" The Scout opened his mouth to tell his captive to mind his own damn business when he was interrupted by a familiar, heavily accented voice from the doorway across the room.

"Scout! Zhere you are, come along now ve von zhe match-... Vhat.. Ist going on here..?"