Re: phonecall: frank/connie
Nope. I'll do it, too. [Then the door opens like a fucking scooby doo cartoon, and she almost falls on top of him.
He grabs her by the arm as she stumbles into view. The costume doesn't mean much to him - and whatever he went as, if he went, he's back in his typical combat-ready black and boots.] Whoa there. Alright, let's get out of here before you jump on me.
[He leads her through to the kitchen, guiding her to the table and pulling out a chair. Once she's settled in it, he gives her a brief once over for injuries. No sign of blood, so he moves to raid the fridge.] You need protein. Everything else can wait. How the hell did you end up in a damn closet?