"'Without cause'? You're fucking green." New York's encounter with aliens hadn't been pleasant and, well, combined with the fact that the only green thing that moved back home was an uncontrollable destructive force four times her size that just kept on smashing, suffice to say Frank didn't like her face.

"I got nothin' to say to you." It wasn't a patronising or dismissive look in his eyes - no matter what colour she was she hadn't done anything to him yet to warrant anything more than a defiant glint in his irises and his semi-permanent bitchface. Just because he knew she wasn't following him didn't mean he'd let his guard down.