"Frank! You son of a--" Curtis responded at finding the man behind the voice who called out his name. The words were spoken with a relieved smile. He wasn't surprised in the least at seeing him and there wasn't anyone more Curtis would rather team up with. Yet he hadn't fully gotten his bearings on the walk to the museum.

Curtis walked up to grip Frank's hand in greeting, moving into a half hug then stepping back. "Figures I'd find you here." The truth was that he was relieved in a number of ways--having someone he trusted to fight with and the fact that his friend hadn't been left behind to fight his battles alone. Curtis might've wanted a normal life but he'd never abandon Frank if the man needed him.

"Are you just getting here too?" he asked, noting Frank didn't look the same as he'd last seen him but also remembering that transportation was supposedly lengthy.