He bristles slightly at the question, for no particular reason. Frank is one of those people who wears his tours on his face and he knows it, without mentioning the barely-outside-of-regulation haircut he's sporting.

"I... I'm done," he settles on with a near-silent sigh, leaning up against the railing at the back of the elevator car as he glances her way. "I got back from that sandtrap a while back and decided... that it was over."