"Right, thank yeh very much," Frank says to the helpful person, then hangs up. "Alright, whippersnappers. We got an appointment at the university. Let's get that lot packed back up for transport. Leave some here in lock up." If this really were the kind of crazy stuff that could make a quantum mechanic's career, they needed to be careful. Once the appropriate preparations are made, Frank grins and tells 'em, "I'm driving. Come on." He walks out spinning his keys 'round his finger.