Chara's head whips up at the speech (didn't hear them walk up, too silent or too focused, stupid) and the gaze the other is fixed with flashes murderous before settling into an expression of neutral distaste. They're breathing heavily, blood dripping from numerous cuts.

They straighten, slowly, and turn to the other fully, every line of their body and every deliberate movement a fluffed-fur horror-movie attempt to broadcast 'danger, do not touch'. They tilt their head, smiling, looking the other over with close scrutiny. A Frisk. Typical meddlers. They don't think they recognize this one.

"I should think it obvious to anyone with working eyes."

Which is to say, they just broke some things. They find themself not really caring too much about the blatantness of the question-dodging.