"I don't blame them," he returns, almost defensively. She wasn't accusing him of anything but it's not until a beat later that he realizes it and flashes her an apologetic look. A second later he's pointing up at the little house with the number "6" affixed to the siding. It's, curiously, the only house in the village with a number on it. The dogs are going mental like they know they're home and as they come up from a side a pen with a zalpaca and a groffle can be made out in the backyard. No, he doesn't blame anyone for trying to survive, but he still thinks everyone should be much more forthcoming overall. Isn't the goal to find a way out of here? "This is it."

He sounds tired, but when doesn't he? Frank trots up the couple porch steps to open the door for her - unlocked already but it swings in for her to go on in. It's cozy inside, one of the few houses with working electricity too. For all his talk about getting comfortable it would seem he'd done just that.