"Uh-huh," Frank nodded. He'd long since given up telling anyone about his Italian heritage. It wasn't important, he didn't embrace it in his day-to-day life. A name was just a name. "You go by Natasha or something else?" he paused and then reiterated. "You have anything you'd rather I called you?"
He gave another chuckle at her questions. "A spontaneous trip to space? Ain't very convenient whatever way you look at it. And yeah, I got shit to do. I don't just sit around lookin' pretty, y'know? And I'm sure you don't, either, huh? I mean, you'll be lookin' pretty whatever you're doin', but you're probably doin' somethin' important, right?"
Frank didn't like...supernatural things. It made him uncomfortable. "Multiverses?" He asked, frowning. "Jesus, that's too much." Another Frank around, another guy with a dead family, another guy who'd killed so many people. "This place-"