He is not responding to his omnicomm-

Which is fucking concerning and she's got half a mind to make a break for the bunker except-

Except.

She knows that green. As sure as she knows the tinge of Delta's comforting logic? She knows that green. That pale storm green tinged with grey, how open they are for all that they're on a reptilian face. Dark scaled marred by a familiar crossing and she's being sniffed and, yeah, she hasn't really done more than hose herself off after the gym but...

"...Locus?" Tentative, she reaches out a hand to run it along his snout. "Is that you, lobo?"