It's a mightily fine damsel body, but Frank's not going to prove that one way or another if Vasquez calls him out on it. Shoving his hands into his pockets and keeping his head down, Frank starts heading up the stairs.

"Yeah. I was- just gonna barge in and ask who's in charge. And figure it out from there." He's got that dull look of murder in his eyes when he looks over his shoulder at Vasquez, though it's not intended for the cowboy.