Matt showing up is a huge inconvenience for Frank, but so far he's taking it in stride. While he wouldn't call what they have friendship, he does care if the man lives or dies as evidenced by his hasty rescue earlier in the day. Since then, he's had time to think about it, roll it over with his closest friends on Reverie; but he doesn't come up any more bitter. He doesn't find Matt any less deserving of his help, even if he knows the man doesn't want it. He'd told him he wouldn't be an option to refuse it and he'd meant that.

He knows if this were him, Matt probably wouldn't help him - would leave him to his own devices to die or survive as he always had. But it wasn't a fair comparison anyway, and he'd had Karen when he first arrived here. She was his rock, even now. Even as he's steeling himself for what's to come. Max is with Kamala so the poor thing won't get stressed out again if Matt takes a swing at him. Also he's pretty sure all the noises of his boots and general dogness stresses Matt out in turn, so not a great combo.

Stepping off the elevator with Matt's device clutched in hand, open to the welcome screen, he strides into the medbay, careful to keep his steps lighter than before. Deliberate. His heart too is at a steady pace, and the blind man will easily be able to pick up on how strongly he smells of Karen, which wasn't the case this morning. And Karen hadn't smelled like him, so he'll know it's recent. He walks up to the man's bed, relieved that he at least stayed long enough that he's looking a little better. Someone had brought him a fresh jumpsuit and cleaned him up a little, he's assuming Elektra, but he must be restless as Hell and ready to get out of here.

Frank comes up in front of him and holds up the device, knowing Matt will hear it hum. "You think of a username yet?"