Frank had just gotten a coffee in hand, sniffing it to see if space coffee smelt the same as earth coffee, when he heard his name. Well, the commanding call of his surname. He was smirking before he even turned around, scanning the room again. Her waving hand caught his eyes.
"Hill," he nodded as he strolled over. The last decade had been good on her. She looked happy and healthy, which was probably more than he could say for himself. His nose had been broken several times since they last met, his eyes were still bruised from prison, but it had been days since he'd last been punched in the face, so he was erring on the side of respectable. On the very edge.
"Good to see you, soldier. How are you?" Frank pulled up a chair, grinning as he sat down. Yeah. It was nice to be around someone he genuinely liked.