Frank is easily overwhelmed by any and all eagerness, but religiously attending Curtis' veteran's group helps, as much as he hates to admit it. He's getting better at sharing though the truth of his lone-wolf personality is such that if one presses him enough about any one thing and the rest falls out anyway.

"I'll see what I can dig up." Since to the surprise of no one, Frank Castle likes his coffee black and bitter and in a big mug. After some digging, he finds some milk he sniffs for freshness and a packet of brown sugar to fix Spencer his own cup. He drinks out of a cup that declares Go Indiana Hoosiers! though he has no idea what that means. The mug he hands Reid has a Canadian flag on it, which seems equally as unlikely. "What made you want to dissect freaks like me?" There's a tiny, private smile that he hides, cocking his hip against the counter as he takes his first sip, much too hot though he doesn't even flinch.