"Thank you." Frisk can manage on their own, and it doesn't guarantee somebody might find them some other way. It's still a giant weight off their shoulders.

Finally, they unstick their face from the window. (There's a nice print of half their face on the glass there.)

"If it all shifts, we probably won't be able to get to it. A center, a control thing, something to even just talk to. There--there was...I did, I looked for something like that before. Didn't notice anything then." Frisk doesn't think they messed up--doesn't want to think they could've.