Thy're not paying that much attention to him, enraptured by all the birds fluttering and going about their day.

"Uh, no," Frisk says absently. "Lots of types. Electric, flying, normal, psychic..." They pull a pokéball from the bag and pass it over. "Hush is a Kirlia. He's psychic type." Gotta work out how to use that thing on your own, dude.