[Log: Pippin & Frank: Clocking Out]
Frank leant his head on his hand and looked at Pippin with interest as she rambled.
"I don't think any of us really want to go back where we came from. Which is weird. This town makes us set our roots down-" Frank glanced over at one of the photos at the desk, just for a second. "I'm from Queens. Not a million miles away from Boston."
He pushed her card closer to the edge of his desk for her to reclaim. "You'll need to hand that one over for your new one. I don't know if it was broken but it's better this than us all waitin' behind you in the mornin'."