Felix isn't surprised when Locus arrives. He called; his partner came. It was just a matter of time.

Normally, Felix would immediately move to Locus' side. Back him up. Face the threat as one. Probably take over the conversation, too. But normally, Felix isn't six fucking inches tall. Like this, he's a liability — and he knows it.

So, he keeps moving. Gets into the undergrowth he spotted earlier. Moves carefully, to minimize the disturbance he causes to the surrounding plants.

... But he just can't resist calling out, "Like I said: learn when to back off."

Which doesn't give away his exact position, but. Yeah. He's in the underbrush.

Fuck it. He's still hidden. And he's still moving.