It's not as startling as it had been with the sudden lean the other day. This time he's somewhat prepared, braced against whatever else might come, blue eye flicking from point to point across Locus' face. No matter what he says? Sam's eyes don't lie.

Can't, even. It explains the helmet.

The thing is he still...doesn't know what to do with what he's been given. What does Locus want, can he offer that in return, would it end well. The current situation has too many variables to really ping and that's what has Taylor unsettled more than anything else. Still. He scrubs the back of his neck, shrugs. "I- uh. Okay. And?"

Prompting, that works, right?