"Uhm... Hullo?" Frank had said, as he cautiously stepped into the narrow alleyway he'd seen you poking around last. He shouldn't be out this late at night, especially in the rougher part of the city, but he couldn't help it. He had to bring you something to eat, after he saw you digging through a trashcan for scraps. A leather bag hung off his shoulder, filled with fruit and bread. "Look, I know you don't know me... but could you come out? I'm not going to hurt or take you." There was a long silence, as he looked around. "Or you could just... stay quiet..." He murmured that more to himself, as he leaned against the wall. You were awfully skittish at times. but if he needed to wait, he could wait. All he wanted to know was if you were okay. And hell, he didn't even know why.