They nod and give another tiny wave. He isn't all that intimidating compared to most of what they're used to at this point. They notice he sounds worried, though, so they're sure to be slow and careful when they move at all.

"I'm Frisk. And this is Gretel." They point to the dove trying to fix their now-messy hair, then take a few steps towards a pile of seeds it seems to like most, gently dislodging it. Too distracting.

They ask over their shoulder, "Been here long? Or are you new?"