Frank leveled Karen with a raised brow and what might have been the barest hint of a smirk at her question. While it was true that Micro was the second person out of Karen herself that he had really opened up to and begun to trust since being back state side he would hardly call the space he had shared with the man while gnawing on a ration as having dinner with him. Given what he had seen of how the other man ate it was a miracle he had lived as long as he had from the men hunting him.
"Not quite. No." When Karen went to seat herself, he was right there pushing her chair in for her. It just couldn't be helped. This may have been just about the most informal meal they could have come up with but he still stuck to his habits, even if it had been a long time since he had to exercise them in any fashion. As he removed his hand from the back of Karen's chair and started to round her his fingers grazed her shoulder briefly, which may or may not have been coincidence.
"Burger for you, burger for me." He divided them out and gave a shrug as he moved around to the other side of the table and took a seat. "And at least for the moment no one trying to kill either one of us. That I know of, at least." He touched his food but waited until Karen took a bite of her own before taking some himself.