Small victory. He'd take it for what it was, turning slightly on his heel, as to be able to face the door without fully turning his back to York and Maine. Sharkface shifted accordingly, lining himself up at Felix's side, though it was the Eagle he kept his focus on.

Just in case.

Locus wasn't sure what to expect when he came in the door.

It wasn't Felix, that was for damn sure. No relief in his posture, no, but behind his helmet something stunned and somewhat pained seized his features. He was glad, more than a little, that no one could see that raw unguarded look.

All they would see is a slight hesitation in his step, his eyes shifting from York to Felix and remaining there. Felix just smiled, surprisingly soft.

"Hey partner."