"Loosen up." It's easier with liquor, honestly, but he's making an attempt. Using fighting as a frame for it probably isn't how York would do things but if it works? He's not gonna say shit. "Light on your feet."

The hand on Locus' shoulder drops to rest on his other hip, light as anything, as he helps adjust the line. He'd been almost there on his own so, good! a little nudge is all he needs. "If your'e too tense you can't move, yeah?"