Frisk tosses a glance towards the door. If someone comes around...well, they'll just have to deal with it. Or shoo them away. Probably that, unless it's their Chara.

They stand up and half-skip over, politely (they hope) ignoring how their friend's frozen, padding around to another side of the pile. "Is it the kind of...does that one need a different string? You know..." They badly mime holding a violin and using a bowstring for it.