Are you laughing at me? [ he accuses even while a corner of his mouth twitches up. maria used to say things to him like "for a reconnaissance man, you sure miss what's right in front of your face" and he knows in her seat he'd probably be laughing at him too. he laughs too, shaking his head as he finally releases some tension. they're in space. everything else is tertiary at best, right? except when karen hits her head on the bar, he's taking action. sliding the bottle away from her and leaning in closer to make sure she's responsive. ] Jesus Christ, Karen.

[ stop giving him mini heart attacks. frank finally steps around to her side of the bar and puts a heavy hand on her shoulder. ]

If you don't know by now that I have no goddamn clue what I'm doing, then you really don't know me. [ it's a joke, and he's gently corralling her towards the corridor, ready and willing to carry her if it turns out she can't walk. ]