York's hand slid to the nape of his neck by rote, massaging the joint of the armor. Easier without the helmet but- he wasn't displeased, he wasn't frustrated. None of this was on Locus. They'd talk it out after Felix left-

And he was offering them an out. Excellent.

"Talk to Delta about scheduling, he'll let me know if I'm free. If I'm not, I'll move some appointments around to make it." Delta who was slim and quiet and loyal, waiting just outside the door. Delta who was probably fucking ecstatic that someone wanted to take Locus back, remove this disturbance in the household that wasn't, in fact, a disturbance. Who would absolutely make certain this was a trip they could make.

It'd been awhile since he'd wandered out to socialize. He was due an appearance.

Also an opportunity for an Ambush but- he'd have Maine and Locus. "Will that be all?"