Frank didn't mind scarring, either way. He would even walk out of here still bleeding, as long as they got through. The offer was kind, and spoke well of her, and Frank appreciated that more than anything else. They'd make it out the other side, however that was. Maybe not the same people they were right now, but hale and whole nonetheless. That was the misery of this place, wasn't it? Hale and whole, but not the same on the other side.

"Well, Kettara," Frank said. He picked up a knife and flipped it, so he was holding the blade, and then held it out to her. "I'm Frank. Where do you want to start?"