[ the imposed gentleness bothers him more than it should, and he keeps his hand at his side, wishing he'd never taken the other man's. as illogical as that might be. ]

You think it's... sentient like that? [ it seems random to frank, but it's not like he knows much about spaceship defense systems okay. ] However we do that, the answers are through the locked doors. Which are probably controlled from inside, too.

[ he sighs, running his less injured hand over his short hair and reluctantly meeting steve's eyes. ]

We're screwed is basically what I'm saying. [ but his eyes harden - don't misunderstand him. that doesn't mean he's giving up. ]