She looks so... Why can't it just be five minutes ago? Why does everything happen so damn much? Frank knows from experience, especially after this week's ordeal, that all of the station's mindfuck's are temporary. The question is: how long will this one last? He's already close to his breaking point as it is. Frank desperately tries to hone in on her words, reading her lips quicker than he processes his hearing now. He frowns, but that hurts too, and he schools his face back into a neutral expression, head slumping over in defeat.

"Karen. You're going to get everyone out of here. I know you don't see it yet, but you are." Something soft visibly sinks into his gaze, smiling that way while his lips stay flat. "If anyone thinks you're useless I'll toss 'em out a goddamn airlock. What are you wasting your time with people like that for anyway?"

He genuinely sounds angry, even though he's eerily glued to this one spot. Frank's eyes dip to her chest before shooting back up to her eyes - thinking about what they'd almost done isn't going to help him now. He has to push it out of his mind. Maybe it had been a mistake altogether, given the response.