[ Locus peels his helmet off as well, watching the tremble of his hands, brow furrowed. He'd ask if he's alright, but it's clear enough. He doesn't really need to ask, does he? ]

It's been going well. Though this appeared to be much more than we thought. He must be getting better at hiding his tracks. That, or he didn't expect anything in there to be of any concern to anyone other than him.

[ And why would he? With only two Freelancers left alive, according to most, who else would go digging around in a facility like this? ]