[Frank would never admit that Karen broke past his defenses after he believed anyone who could even crack them were long since buried. Not because he had any desire to deny it, but so that no one who could hurt her would see it. She'd been dragged through enough because of him.
It doesn't keep his expression from softening the longer she stays across the table. As for her question, Frank glances sidelong out into the night, just as full of sirens and violence as always.]
Busy.
[He doesn't elaborate. For once, he doesn't look beaten to shit, but that could be attributed to his new equipment, not avoiding trouble. From the Bulletins he's been reading, it doesn't look like Karen's had much success with that, either.]
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It doesn't keep his expression from softening the longer she stays across the table. As for her question, Frank glances sidelong out into the night, just as full of sirens and violence as always.]
Busy.
[He doesn't elaborate. For once, he doesn't look beaten to shit, but that could be attributed to his new equipment, not avoiding trouble. From the Bulletins he's been reading, it doesn't look like Karen's had much success with that, either.]
I hear you're a reporter now.