"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-" Running for his life, again, from Locus!monster, again, through halls that twist and knot like a fucking maze. This is not how he wanted to spend his day and yet here he is, trying to double back without being caught up in any of the squiggly alcoves, Delta silently mapping their surroundings and offering the quickest route to the machine. It needs at least one more round of boom and he can't swing that with Locus on his back. "I can handle Locus-"

Kind of.

Sort of-


Okay not at all really but it's better to project competence and tell the truth later. Right now? Tucker's got his hands full and he NEEDS to be on top of his own shit. If the team's distracted by worrying? The team fails. Acting on a hunch (and juggling what he can do, gambling) he Stops in the hall long enough to yell back at the advancing monster with all the compulsion he can cram into one syllable- "STOP!"

Maybe it'll slow Locus down. Maybe he just got his ass killed. Who knows!