Seeing a drifter-esque cloak on someone else's shoulders, as oversized and tattered as it is, is such an unexpected sight that Guardian can't help but pause for a second as they come upon the scene, until they realize someone else must have found a crate. X marks the spot, as they say.

"Frisk," they call as they approach. Guardian appraises the child's findings from a semi-polite distance, ending with a warm smile in their direction. "It looks like you've got quite the find here."