Does he even really have a litmus for 'alright?' Frank sighs, blinking to refocus his gaze, but when he opens his eyes... everything's different. Again. The pool is still there, but there's a frost all around it, like Winter creeping in. He's standing on the shore without remembering climbing out, shivering at the effect of damp clothes in much cooler temperature than it was only a second ago. He reaches for his trappings, strapping on his gun and pulling his coat back on to try and wick some of the water away. There is something seriously strange going on in this place.

"Can you repeat the question?" It's so dry it could be a joke - or maybe he really didn't hear/understand. It's anyone's guess.