He nods, knowing she's thinking about something and also pretty sure he doesn't want to know what it is. Frank closes their sliding door more so the bugs won't get in than any other reason, still used to living in places where locks were foreign objects. It hasn't served him so well in the city, but he doesn't have to worry about that out here. Shoving his hands in jacket pockets, he steps off the deck without looking back, smiling softly when he hears the crunch of leaves under Jessica's boots and four light paws.

"I wonder how far we are from the next cabin." He hadn't kept driving to find out, after all. He's hoping it's farther than they'll walk tonight.