Frank nodded his head in acknowledgement. At least they had something until he got his stuff back. If he could get his stuff back. Otherwise that was going to be a whole new issue. “I’m gonna teach you how to shoot properly. With some heavier stuff,” he said, voice quiet as they walked, trying not to look too suspicious of everyone and everything around them.
“Daredevil, yeah,” Frank snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, I kept expecting to see him around. He was on my ass constantly. Last I saw him he was fighting...ninjas. Or something-“ he frowned. Because ninjas. “Nah, it’s fine. I just kinda- kinda hoped he was around still. I wasn’t worried about him,” he added quickly. “But y’know-“