And he keeps being so nice. Their scowl deepens, but they force themselves to move on.

"No battles here. FIGHTS, sometimes, but those're usually 'cause someone's scared, not just bad. Not a lot of people, either, even though it's a really big castle."

Belatedly, Frisk hopes this isn't someone from the war on monsters. Those are old-fashioned clothes, though a lot fancier than that one with the poncho wore.

"...'s fine." Perfect, actually. "'Cause there's a bunch of monsters here. Like skeletons. They're my family," they add with a cold stare of warning.

Maybe they're a little overprotective. Maybe they don't care about that.