He smiles again, something kinder as Matt's hand settles over his. At least he didn't take offense. Frank pats his arm and pulls back to listen. It all sounds eerily familiar, but it doesn't sink in until he hears the man's name. Frank drops his chocolate milk, suddenly feeling like oxygen isn't getting to his lungs. He puts a hand on his chest, eyes wide. Is he dying or having a panic attack?

"I... sorry," he huffs out, but what the fuck? "Did you say Castle? His name is Frank Castle." Is this another test? He sees Maria's face behind his eyelids when he blinks, peacefully slumbering in her cryopod. It isn't the first time he's regretted agreeing to help these people and he's thinking now, with his chest tight and breathing harsh, that it definitely won't be the last.