He chuckled softly at the response, nodding as he returned the peroxide bottle to the basket alongside the detergent, "That much is true. Though we're all recovering soldiers, philosophy kind of comes with the territory there, I think."

A considering noise, "Or alcoholism, and we've had our share of that as well." He studied Frankie for a moment, pausing between folding towels and setting in on the shirts, "Do you mind if I ask what it is you do? I'm guessing you're not a courier."