( He realizes what Logan's getting at before he's even halfway through with the question, and almost instantly a ripple of frustration and resignation runs through him. If this thing really is him, or some semblance of him, if it's driven by his own instincts and impulses, this shit's about to get real god damn annoying. )

I'd go underground. ( He answers unhappily, with a reasonable amount of confidence. ) Go dark, some place defensible and damn-near impossible to find. Set up perimeter defenses and wait for the heat to blow over before I got armed again.

( Nobody knows what a pain in the ass Frank Castle can be when he's being hunted quite as much as Frank Castle does. )

Gonna be someplace that's easy to access but a real bitch to sweep. Subway tunnels, sewers, large apartment complexes, worksites, warehouses. Question is just exactly how intelligent the thing is. Either it's dumb enough to pick the first one I'd think of, or it's smart enough to find a way to pick one without bringing logic into the equation.

( Take predictability off the table, so Frank can't follow its train of thought to the most likely conclusions.

Occurs to him that he's outing himself as a hyper-vigilant, unnaturally paranoid son of a bitch to his new friend here, but that was bound to come up sooner or later, probably. )