Frank immediately feels guilty because no one saw that coming, eyes locked on the table as Jessica gets up. How is this already so fucked up, he literally just didn't want her to die. That was it. Okay, that wasn't it and that's exactly the problem.

"He's friendly," he contributes, probably unhelpfully. A lot of people were, here. At least superficially. He chews his lip before finally looking up to try and catch Jessica's eye, apology and gratitude both laid bare for her to pluck out if she wanted. The thanks is for eating with them, if only because it meant a lot to Kamala. The sorry is for everything else.