Frank looks up at her, eyes crinkling with mirth though there's still some sleepiness lingering in his features. He's considering reaching out for her just as she turns to the bottle and it feels like a strange metaphor he doesn't care to parse at the moment.

"Kam's checkin' in on the bulk of 'em. Her and Lockjaw will keep those freaks in line." It doesn't occur to him that Jess might not know about Kamala's giant teleporting dog. #justdadthings. "Aretha and Max are at the Liebermans though. I'll probably never see 'em again." He sounds bemused by the whole scenario as he shoves Rocky off his chair who gives an offended bark as he hits the ground running, beelining for Jessica to get some validation. Heavy boots hit the deck next as Frank pushes himself up, knowing once he's upright walking won't be any task at all.

"Ready?"