"Welcome back," he grunts in reply, but he doesn't take the time to stop or look at Frank as he says it. Instead, he releases that hand on his shoulder and uses it to grip the vines together in a thicker bunch. It takes an extra whack to chop through them, but it means an entire free left hand for Frank. He might be too confused still to make good use of it just yet, but at least he can get a handle on the creeping vines threatening to overtake his throat and strangle him to sleep again.

"Hope you were having nice dr- Fuck!" He'd shifted to take a step forward and free the other arm, but evidently the vines did what they do best and got a secure hold around his feet. he stumbles, hand jutting out to catch himself on the vine covered pane of glass before them. He grips it, it grips back and then he's one hand down. He snaps out a frustrated, exerted, "What the hell is this stuff?"