Frank can't hear Connor's approach, but Max can. He turns away from his dad, currently in protection mode, and pins his ears back as he assesses the creature before him. Looks human - doesn't smell human. Letting out a low whine, he sits back on his haunches with a metallic clack of his boots against the floor, waving his tail uncertainly as he looks sideways to try and grab Frank's attention.

He straightens up from where he'd been slumped over in his seat, praying to a God he doesn't believe in; or really anyone who would listen. Even if he can't hear, maybe someone out there could hear him. Blinking the water from his eyes without ever being aware of it, a tremulous if watery smile comes to his face as the man comes to Max. Frank is biased, but he can't blame Connor for being interested in him.

After a moment, he's able to tap out a message on his communicator and project it for Connor to read. He's getting better at this, he thinks. Not hesitating, just forging ahead even when it's hard to admit he isn't whole, especially to strangers.

go slow and he'll be fine. he's a rescue.