She can practically see the wheels in his head turning, and she frowns in disapproval as he acts his usual stubborn self. "Oh, it's terribly fucked up," she reassures him, reaching over to push her dainty hands against his bulking chest. He doesn't budge, of course, but the playful gesture makes the moment feel lighter anyway.

"But I suppose I can't blame you. You're lost without me, I wager."

It's insanely egotistical of her to say, but that's the point. To lessen the burden of whatever is on his mind by acting like a fool. It worked for the Doctor time and time again, and it can work for Frank too. Men that are burdened with the weight of the world need the distraction.

"The Doctor told me once that every lonely monster needs a companion. Lucky for you, I'm good at being a carer."