[Frank hisses at the new feeling. The - he looks down, and what the fuck. This kid a meta? There's a half a thought to pull away, to not give an inch of trust despite that he's already been sown up by the same hands, but then the smile is offered and Frank just looks away again.] Not if I can help it, kid. [Smiling means you're in a position to have something taken away.]

Rachel. [Not her real name, but the first one she gave Frank.] First time we met I asked if she was okay and she took one look at me and said "mind your own business, Rough Road." [He shakes his head.] Never could keep her mouth shut.