[His hands come up, albeit briefly. He takes a deep breath, and lets it out.]

Okay, we're all fuckin' stressed t' hell right now, so 'm gonna jus' let it pass that we're clearly havin' two dif'rent conversations here an' y' ain't listenin' t' a damn thing I say save fer what y' can use t' make an argument out of.

[As far as he can tell, that's what's happening. The courier has no idea where Frank is getting some of this from.]

So, when y' decide y' wanna talk like adults, instead 'a examinin' everythin' I say t' start a fight or t' figure out if there's somethin' wrong about me, I'll be in the bar.

[Dan turns and walks away at that, giving a small wave back over his shoulder.] See y', bud. Try t' stay outta that room a' yers.

[He'll be in the bar, as stated, if Frank decides he has anything he wants to say to him. 'Thank you' might be nice... but he won't hold his breath.]