You're welcome, miss...? [ He lets the question dangle with a pointed look, waiting to find out the woman's name. As soon as she introduces herself, though, then they're on the move. Back out onto the street and striding through the now-sparse crowd, trying to make their way across the avenues and towards safety. The first subway station he tries to take them to, the status display tells them that all the lines are suspended. The first taxi which passes them, its light shows it's not taking passengers.

Then the second taxi passes. Then the third. They haven't seen a bus in a while, either. ]

Looks like we're hoofing it, [ Frank sighs. But he's a New Yorker; he's used to walking, it's fine. ] There's a diner near my place, open twenty-four hours, they ought to still be open now. You wanna camp out there and see if the trains get up and running again? You can keep track of it on your phone.

[ He's not offering up his apartment. Not just yet and not straight off the bat. That road goes both ways; the smart move is to stay in public spaces, no sane woman's gonna go home with a complete stranger in a situation like this, and he never lets anyone into his home besides. It's a security risk. (And for one, it'd be hard to explain all the guns and the stacks of ammo.) ]