Frisk looks down at Chara's feet as they follow the other. Usually it isn't too much of a problem (sometimes, of course, it's very bad) but they feel awkward, uncomfortable and ill-fitting in Chara's skin at the moment. They can't exactly slip back out of control mid-conversation, though. It feels like it'd be running away, too.

We both know how much you like not doing that. A wince.

At the destination, they go over to the nearest windowsill and sit on it, kicking Chara's legs, forearms resting on their thighs. Away from the party, they can feel themself slowly relaxing; pushing everything away emotionally becomes somewhat easier. They cough, before looking up at other-Frisk.

"One of them was... stealing souls."

Just ease into it, why don't you?