Molly just gave a quick nod of acknowledgement, grabbed her bag off the ground, and then took Frankie's offered arm with her free hand, apparating them to her mess of a flat quickly. Luckily, in her panic, she didn't splinch anyone, and they both made it safely to Molly Sue's living room.
"Tell me what's going on," Frankie said she wasn't ill, was it a panic attack? She didn't demand an explanation so much as anxiously need one.