Frank's eyebrows bob with a considering nod. Could be. "That sure would make us easier to control. Leave you searching for each other instead of a way out." You, that means her, not him. He doesn't have people anymore. He doesn't drag anybody else down with him. "Or it's somebody else altogether. Hard to be sure until we know more."

"Can I ask what you do, to be making so many enemies?" And it's not just that — she's sharp, calm, collected in a crisis in a way most people aren't. He has a few guesses why, but he'd like to be sure.