Locus is still unclear as to what's happening. He's seen glimpses from a distance, and he definitely notices when Wash gives York a good whack across the back of the head, but for the most part? He just looks annoyed. Frustrated. Disappointed, maybe? There are traces of each, none really stronger than the others.

"I don't know. Are we?" Those gray-green eyes focus on York where he's slouched, looking like a reprimanded schoolboy.