[ frank stands at nearly six foot in combat boots over his black jumpsuit, a red-checked flannel on over it with one button done up and a beanie covering the mess his hair has become. he almost collides right into her, her line of travel below his eye level by quite a bit. he catches himself, touching her shoulder and frowning apologetically. he's gotten used to this, which should make him feel some type of way. but honestly? it's calming by now; familiar. he pulls out his device and levels her with an even look, exasperation held at bay for now though he can already tell she's the chatty type. he can always pass her onto david who's manning their booth back on the sandpath, if she proves to be too much. ]
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