[ it feels wrong without a fucking sniper rifle so he feels u girl. frank snatches his device out of his pocket so he can catch what she's saying too, but he prioritizes falling into step with her on the path over responding. ]
i'm frank [ frank, hotdog. get it?? anything??? he figures she's "safe" since faith already knows his whole fucking story anyway and is probably bound to slip to a friend from home. ]
[ Slipping one hand casually into a pocket, she types with the other, only half her attention on where they're walking. It's her usual style, though, and that half is probably more than most people manage for such a task. She's perhaps a bit? too reckless with her device, unconcerned with keeping a firm hold on it -- she's never really been the clumsy type, though. ]
How long have you been here? [ Yeah, she's gotten some details from Faith, but they're still working their way through some things, so entire life stories haven't really been shared just yet. ]
likewise [ he even smiles, though it's a little tense. everything about his expressions usually carry a degree of tension, and he's watching her juggle her device bemusedly. frank has a firm grip on his in contrast, keeping a close eye on the path ahead. ]
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i'm frank [ frank, hotdog. get it?? anything??? he figures she's "safe" since faith already knows his whole fucking story anyway and is probably bound to slip to a friend from home. ]
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[ Slipping one hand casually into a pocket, she types with the other, only half her attention on where they're walking. It's her usual style, though, and that half is probably more than most people manage for such a task. She's perhaps a bit? too reckless with her device, unconcerned with keeping a firm hold on it -- she's never really been the clumsy type, though. ]
How long have you been here? [ Yeah, she's gotten some details from Faith, but they're still working their way through some things, so entire life stories haven't really been shared just yet. ]
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80 days, give or take.