As DC makes a bid for freedom, he'll find himself scooped up in a large hand, cupped under the belly as Locus edges his way in and shuts the door behind him. Luna appears to know better, and trots over to rub up against his legs as he places DC back on the floor.

"This is going to become a recurring issue, isn't it?" he murmurs wryly, before moving towards his cot and sinking down to sit on the edge. The situation isn't ideal, but he's seen far worse. They won't hear any complaints from him now.