"Well then," Chara says. "If he's listening, he's free to face me whenever he likes. If he can do so without crying, that is."

Seeing that Frisk isn't really looking at them anymore, they break eye contact with the door to turn and drop the bowl onto the cupboard steps, then sits back against the wall below the window. The angry (anxious) energy is still vibrating through them, and they absently jiggle their leg in an attempt to relieve some of it.

"That aside. I repeat: What the hell do you want?"