Frank never doubted Daredevil was a man, even one with human weaknesses. He'd seen them, with the mask on and off alike. Maybe more on, even. It's why he's watching Matt so carefully like he might combust right before his eyes. Like it'll be on him when something terrible inevitably befalls him. He grunts noncommittally at the quip, Steve seems alright honestly, but he's just as lost as the rest of them. No special superhero insight to be found. And it's not like he has super great opinions of the Avengers, then again, he doesn't think about them too much except when people around here ask about aliens. Then he can't be happier to tell them the story. Maybe it's because he was overseas, but he feels a disconnect to the whole event like it didn't come way too damn close to leveling the little house his beautiful family was in. Then again, didn't really matter in the end, did it.

How does he feel? He comes back to the conversation with an uneasy expression writ over his face. Should he tell Matt about all he's endured here? Would he even care? Would he believe him? And furthermore, does he even want to get into it when he'd finally managed to move past the whole event? Frank doesn't feel patronized to, though, that doesn't even really cross his mind. Still, sarcasm comes easier than true self-analysis almost always.

"Well, I'm on a haunted space station that wants to kill us all, so yeah. I'm a yogi master." He laces his fingers and sets them on the table, abandoning his food since Matt doesn't seem to be eating either.