Oh, what a night.

Frankie sat within her and Andi's small home, holding an ice pack over her still black eye, humming softly to herself as she surveyed the condition of one of her own little personal tinkering projects. Right now, it was still early in the day, Andi having just left not long ago for work— Of course, that meant Frankie needed to be getting going soon, but...

She'd sigh softly, glancing over to the repaired and notably resting android that now also occupied her and Andi's home. Successfully recovering Guinevere was a hassle, and repairing her had been even worse. They had nearly been murdered by a giant robot, only narrowly escaping that situation with their lives.

But hey, on the bright side, they did live and they did successfully help Guinevere! Those were undoubtedly two very good things in Frankie's book, a small smile coming to her lips as she took in the sight of the resting machine.

Her little moment of peace would be broken, however, at a little noise that suddenly reached her ear. She would blink once or twice, sort of glancing around the interior of the home. "Hm—?"