Frankie stays a moment at the edge, waiting for his eyes to adjust, trading a few low words with the young man from the Network, before he comes inside. He isn't afraid; he's tired, a little drawn from having helped others before this, but really Frankie doesn't feel he has anything to fear. He wonders if Ed felt like this, going into Bromley's den-- he knows he doesn't feel the same, facing down his own squad, but that's different.

"Katniss?" he calls out as he gets close, because though he isn't scared he's not stupid, either; and for any number of reasons he'd rather not get bitten tonight. If she hasn't eaten, she must be in bad shape by now. "My name's Frankie. Here to help you."