Locus nods quietly in confirmation, taking another sip of coffee. Not so strange. It gave a good position for snipers on post, at least. Something he was well familiar with.

"How long has the war been over, for you?"

He understands that the times are as flexible as the universes. York could very well be from the same general universe, but another time entirely. Not that the prospect troubles him. He's not that curious as to what happens after his time.

No point in worrying, now, with a larger threat to deal with.