"Everyone that went through the war has a little PTSD. Everyone in our business has some kind of PTSD." Half the time it was what kept them alive long enough to do well. The other half was luck; still. This all sounded very kind and well meaning and reasonable while smelling very much like bullshit.

"Maine- have Florida bring Locus in." See how Locus reacted to his old owner, see if there was anything resembling relief in his posture. Odds were that wasn't the case but- Who the fuck knew? It wasn't a call he was ready to make without consulting Locus. Which. Wasn't how this shit was done normally, but he was always a little odd.

Maine inclined his head and the growling cut out as he used the internal mike to contact Florida. Call them both in, just to be sure.