"Far enough for you to get a nap in," he confirms for her, voice sounding impossibly gentle after his fake scold of a moment ago. She looks so tired, not like that's new. He'd be happy enough if she just got some good rest while they took their break from civilization. The choice was pretty excruciating of which dog to bring, it's true. Frank scratches Rocky's head and the dog lays down with a little sigh, tucking himself in close to Jessica for the ride. Max was always his first consideration, but the dog was blocky and his disability did put them at a disadvantage should anything happen - not that he's expecting danger, it's simply his wiring to consider it anyway. If they do have to go into town, Bruno was out of the question, though pocket-sized. Rocky needed the most socialization but was the most well-behaved, while also being compact enough to comfortably travel in the van with them. He was the natural choice, not that it made it any easier for Frank to make. He thinks of Kamala and Lockjaw watching over his pack and it brings another sudden smile across his face as he drives. Belatedly, he gives her more detail, in case she actually cares. "Catskills." He can't even remember the last time he went to the mountains, maybe when he was a teen. It would be nice to carve out a slice of it for themselves.