[ She points at him over her beer, her smile crooked and slightly pithy. ]

See, that— It's shit like that.

[ Adopts "his voice" again. ]

"Oh, I'm Frank, and I'm going to die taking out a million asshole criminals as a building burns down around me."

[ Back to her voice, neither high nor low and tinged with a Boston accent. ]

You know what my dad likes to do? He climbs. He's in a whole climbing club. Every week, they scale a fifty foot wall. It's great for cardio and middle-aged aggression.