Aurora rubs her head against his hand the second it's offered, grinning broadly, and Frank spares the dog a fond look before focusing on Major again.

"I wasn't gonna ask," he assures with a little nod, trying to come across as anything but judgmental. If the guy will barely touch the dog, he's betting on him not being the handshaking type and shoves his own hands deeper in hoodie pockets. "Frank." Not Lieutenant, not Mayor. This guy isn't the only one trying to shed his labels.