Frank spends a decent amount of time in the peach grove, and today he has a friend with him: a lanky gray pitbull who is sweet if shy. They both approach near-silently, Frank feeling more like himself than he has in a long time after finally shaving that crazy hobo beard. He's in a beanie and a flannel though so maybe still hipster-y enough to count.

He'd spoken with Kamala about the merits of pulling a power out of the vending machine, but he hasn't actually worked up the nerve yet. His powers gifted by this place are already annoying enough, his natural paranoia enhanced to the nth degree, and as he rounds the corner they engage. The hair on the back of his arms and neck stand before he even sees anyone, and then even when he does he isn't sure what could be dangerous about a girl sitting in freshly fallen leaves.

It's then that Aloe starts barking and the loud, piercing sound startles Frank visibly. It might be amusing to see such a large, imposing man jump because his own dog barked, but here we are. He gives the dog a strange look before following Ava's hands as he slowly puts together what's happening, filing away the color of her bracelet just for information's sake. His is teal, if she notices, and he's wearing a clearly handwoven leather bracelet on the opposite wrist as well as bright teal Jordans to boot. None of it quite goes together, but that's Frank Castle, a plethra of contradictions.