Frisk's quiet for a bit, winding the end of their scarf around their fingers as they think.

She'd probably be able to find Sans-dragon faster than them. But he might figure something's up if they're both going in at the same time--in fact, he probably will, since Tauriel already knew when they didn't. They can't be sure what they'll talk about, still upset enough it's hard to think that far, but they don't think they're going to want anybody in earshot. They like talking in private.

"...'s okay. Think I can find him. He's pretty big."