Yeah, he knows. Frank's mouth flattens in kind of a grimace. There are probably plenty of people who'd tell her she doesn't have to talk about anything she doesn't want to, but even as gentle as he's inclined to be with Veronica, that's not going to fly now.

"Then I guess we'd better find a place to sit." Because they're talking about it, apparently.

"Come on." He nods toward the storehouse, since they're just about there anyway. Inside should at least offer a little privacy. (For her, or for him?) "You wanna clear the air here, I'm listening."