Locksmith. His codename, obviously. He kept his own, easier than trying to adjust to another name, and when York extends a hand Locus only hesitates a moment before reaching to take it.

York isn't the only one adjusting to being people again.

"Locus."

The man seems friendly enough. Of course, he knows how easily people can hide evil intent behind a charming smile. So there's some reserve there, and he drops his hand as soon as it seems reasonable to.

"Have you been with the Legion long?"