He doesn't have any issue dragging Alex along like he's a kid and not a 6' tall Martian Naval officer. Frank keeps his hand on the man's elbow protectively even as he calibrates his machine and waits for it to spit out his meal. He's all but given up on the bean paste stuff it makes for everything else, even if he's far from picky about where he gets his calories from.

"Hey, you're alright." Well, relatively speaking... he still has no idea what Alex saw or experienced that's making him so jumpy, but he intends to find out. He offers one of the bars to Alex with a shrug before taking a bite of his own and nudging his friend along towards the corridor. "You gonna tell me what's going on?" he asks once they're out of earshot of most people in the mess, not that anyone notices them beating a hasty retreat anyway. People come and go from here all day every day. Nothing like the orderly, timed meals in the service. The chaos makes Frank twitchy.