"Magnus. Met him earlier, actually," she replies, nodding. While she might not exactly understand how Magnus's thing works, it does, and that's what matters. Especially for someone like Frank. She can't imagine he'd want to get addicted to anything, and hopefully, he's not risking that with Magnus's potions.

"Have you taken some now?"

She moves closer at his slurred words, worry written all over her features. She completely ignores the rest of what he says, because she disagrees, but there's nothing she could say that could make Frank change his mind. "Do you need help getting up to your apartment?"