Frank has managed to sit here this long with no more commentary than the odd for fuck's sake under his breath, but only because Watney and Cougar said most of what he would have, and because he has the patience of a goddamn saint, in his opinion. They're weapons. Use them.

He doesn't manage to refrain from rolling his eyes at the talk of curses, but he casts a glance Jo's direction, to make sure she's recorded enough, before he takes a long step past the others, toward the crates.

"We gonna do this or just talk about it?" he says -- which turns out to be a rhetorical question, as Frank reaches right in for the new bow and arrows from the navy crate, aiming to hand them off to Cougar.