Not a single goddamn clue. [ his voice keeps its soft register, but picks up audible frustration with the phrase. he hates not knowing what's going on. he counts on knowing the exit wherever he goes, by his own volition or by force, it really doesn't matter. frank looks around like he might suddenly see something he didn't see before. a fire exit, an escape pod, what the fuck ever. obviously there's nothing like that but it won't stop him from looking and looking. ]
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