[ after all that's happened with the walls and the doors, frank is wary of anyone getting too close, which is how a big guy with fading bruises on his face suddenly appears, slotting himself between prax and the alcove protectively, holding out his palm with a nasty set of (amateur) stitches holding the skin together. ]

I wouldn't get too close to that if I were you. [ there's real fear in his eyes as they dance around, unfocused and jumping from the man back to the pile of dirt and back again. he processes the question a moment late. ] ...If you were carrying it, it's gone. The same thing happened to all of us.