And he does halt at that, cocking his head curiously. So it appears.

What rage bubbles beneath the surface at the mention of those names, the sudden surge of absolute fury, York need never know. Locus is here. It's not a question. It's truth, an opportunity, and he could almost laugh. The traitorous son of a bitch is here, with all these rookie heroes, and isn't that just perfect?

"Bullshit." He snorts, though he stays at the distance he is. More than close enough to throw the knives, if need be. "You don't get to talk about it like you knew us. Who the Hell are you, anyway?"