Locus merely cants his head, letting the sound of the renewed force of the horde beyond trying to enter fill the silence before straightening his gaze upon Rico. "It will be put away when the need for it has ended. And this is far from over."

He has no intention of being anything but at the ready. Rico can be as uncomfortable about that as he likes, and the people losing their minds over there can be just as uncomfortable. Uncomfortable isn't dead.

Priorities.