Frank was sceptical. He was pretty sure he was being lied to by a lawyer. Which would have been amusing in circumstances where said lawyer wasn't in pain.
"You want me to give you a rub down?" Frank asked, his tone implying that he didn't believe Matt at all. "Many people told me I had healing hands-" that or they just wanted to get away from him. But field training had taught him the basic rubs and pokes for all kinds of muscle problems. And if he had more than duct tape on hand he was pretty efficient. Still, he lay back down and resumed staring at the bed above his own.
"S'what I want," he replied quietly. "Ain't just sayin' that cos you're a lawyer. I wanted, before I came here- you know Daredevil? Course you do. He tries to keep the Kitchen safe. I ain't gonna work with him cos I don't think he likes me too much, but I reckoned I could take some weight off his shoulders. Ain't gonna do him much good up here though."
He paused again, head turning back towards Matt. "You gonna be a space lawyer?"