A smile blooms on Karen’s face at Frank’s gruff answer and she pretends to slam dunk her cup in a trash receptacle. Skipping more than walking, she catches up with Frank. She’s smiling, at least, until she hears his thought pop into her mind. Her eyebrows wrinkle and she looks up at him with what is meant to be a comforting smile.

“Yeah. This is us at a party, actually. Something we never really get to experience back home, even if this one is weird as shit…” She chuckles and looks around them at all of the cheerful people dancing through the streets.

Does this mean… Frank, if you can hear my thought right now, just… Nod your head.