I'm gonna throw up and then we're gonna die!
After speaking with Troy, Frankie steeled her nerves and marched over to Verde and Night across the way. The Swedish woman was too focused putting one foot in front of the other that she'd forgotten her coat on the way out. She wasn't really feeling the cold with what was going on in her head.
She went through the back door and found Kiernan in the kitchen. He was plating what looked like fajitas. Frankie paused. Admittedly, she was hoping she wouldn't have located the tactile telepath so quickly.
Frankie moved around to where she could see him and gave a nervous smile. "Kiernan?" she asked, giving him a small but nervous smile. "Can... I talk to you for a few minutes?"