Oh, I don't know. I lived through one once before. [A beat, and his thoughts trailed away. It had been years, more than half a decade, since he had encountered the mischief of his doppelganger. What an absurd thing to remember, at this pinpoint in time. He shrugged in response.]

Crisis averted, obviously. Perhaps luck is a finite resource.

[He had never considered himself lucky.]

But my point is, stranger individuals have survived. Frank stands fairly good odds, as it were. And when he does -- when you both make it out of this. [He turned to her, his expression stoney. He kept that degree of expression until she would cease her peeking through that demolished door and face him right back.] And when you do, you ought to engage him on a more honest level. You might as well make the most of what you can have.