York doesn't, in fact, have trackers on his teamates and other members of Project Freelancer. That'd be a gross invasion of privacy, more than a little creepy, and probably get him yelled at. So he doesn't for the aforementioned reasons but he does have a dummy algorithm keyed in to tracking their appearances on Legion World for maintaining routines and if they end up in medical.

Are they fine, are they hurt, that kind of stuff. Just a yes/no sort of deal. Are they around? Yes. Are they hurt? No. All's well.

Having North blip off for awhile on the heels of Sombra vanishing has York tense. More than tense, it has him knotted up with guilt and grief and frustration until suddenly he's back- not that the algorithm tells him this, he finds North on the range were he'd been trying to exhaust himself enough to sleep as it's been an elusive bitch lately. The relief is damn near palpable and, contrary to what is sane or wise, he can't stop himself from sprinting over to Norths' side of the range, ear protection be damned. "Gabe!"