[ he's not expecting anyone, but that's how it works here. frank had been tinkering with his second communicator which is still out on his desk, and his knitting which is splayed over his made bed. there's the beginnings of what could be a very rudimentary scarf... someday. the door slides open to frank's perpetually bruised countenance, frowning before recognition dawns. he holds max back with one meaty leg before he knows who it is too. but the second he sees it's naomi and that she seems... off her game, frank drops his hand and lets the door open the rest of the way on its own. max is already all over her, wagging his tail erratically and sniffing her boots like he hasn't seen her in years. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I'VE BEEN SO WORRIED ]

I don't think he'd mind, but what do I know. [ it's dry, but friendly. he gestures vaguely into the hall. ] I'll have to check his social calendar, but if you two want some time alone that's fine by me.