Locus waits in what is largely considered 'their' part of the ship. Of course the whole ship is theirs, but this is where they've spent the most time together, sitting and planning, sleeping and eating, spending their nights together. It's where York would absolutely know to find him, and where Locus knows to wait.

He isn't quite expecting him to look so utterly crushed on his return. Immediately his brow furrows as he stands, looking him over.

"Taylor. What happened?"

Something happened, that much is clear. A lot is riding on the former Freelancers coming to their aid, and suddenly he feels a chill of trepidation.

"...he said no."