This whole place has Frank feeling off-balance. He understands the point, he got the same explanation as everyone else, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. He roams the party with a scowl etched into his face, only easing somewhat when he hears the familiar voice nearby. It doesn't help anything, the last place she needs to be is a place like this with whatever their real motives are, but there isn't much he can do about it now. He eyes his own glass when she speaks, but it's the strange look on her face that have him stalling his own sip. What's wrong? Has he missed something? Is there some kind of danger around? He glances around, scanning for danger, a wary look on his own face, thoughts circling around his priority - safety, more hers than his own, but safety all the same.

"Yeah, I won't, don't worry. What's up?"