Frankie looked over to the girl with a look of intense skepticism, shaking his head a bit as he watched her heal the old warrior.  "So I take it you two have a prior relationship?  There isn't much of a family resemblance."  Frankie said, carefully moving his massive bulk so that he blocked the most obvious escape routes.  The sun glinted off of the leather straps and buckle that held his flesh together, blending in seamlessly with the straps that held his humming generator on.  The undead servitor wore no clothing, but he had nothing to hide, the space between his legs characterized by a complete lack of orifices.<br/><br/>Frankie's body cast a shadow over the pair as he looked at the young spellcaster, rapidly becoming more deeply suspicious by the second.  "Where did you learn to use white magic like that?  That wound would have taken weeks to heal in a hospital.  If you were part of the DPDS, I would be of half a mind to recommend you for the hellfire brigade.  Either way, I wonder what you're using your talents for."  Frankie listened carefully to the device on his back, becoming more and more satisfied as the power flow stabilized, the yellow light on the machine blinking faster until it stayed on continuously.<br/><br/>Before the girl could respond to his questions, the marketplace became a scene of chaos, yet Frankie refused to turn around to confront the Juggernauts, preferring to figure out what was going on with the strange pair that had landed in his lap.