Frank might apologize for the slightly overbearing nature of handling this, but later. He didn't like hurting people who didn't deserve it, and especially not people he considered himself friendly with. It tended to bring out his more fundamental protective instincts, and he wasn't going to change on a dime.

The walk about to his suite was relatively brief, at least. A few moments of walking, and he let them into the suite, and then promptly into his room because it was where his things were and he didn't really feel like explaining why he was bringing back someone with warmonger carved on their body. His own carving was easily ignored at the moment.

He grabbed his duffel bag and opened it. There wasn't much in it, but a first aid kit and some changes of clothing he'd acquired in the time he'd been here. He smiled at Jim a little. "Are you going to let me baby you, or should I let you do the dressing yourself?"