"Yeah, hold on." His eyes flash tellingly, but he moves to the living room to retrieve her phone from her pocket. Hopefully it's not dead. Frank frowns at the blood on the leather, but he ignores it in order to accomplish the task at hand. Not even a moment later he's back with the phone and a charger, plugging it in and setting it down on her bedside table. Along with that glass of water she asked for. "Sure you don't need anything else before we go?" Shove him out or he'll never leave tbh.