He does a deep soul-search for such a simple inquiry, a long pause following her question that stretches on so long she may think he didn't hear her or is ignoring her. But finally, he speaks up in a gruff tone without looking away from the hearth, he can tell she's in the kitchen by the tenor of her voice and it's comforting the way interacting in soundproofed spaces keeping to low tones once was.

"Water. Please." Frank licks his lips as he realizes just how dehydrated he feels after the long drive and brief imbibing followed by their walk.