Frisk was very quiet, and Starscream is very distracted, so right now he doesn't seem to have noticed. He turns this way and that, looking for what or who could possibly have teleported him into an aviary. But he's looking for other giant robots, not tiny human children, and so that's a spot check doomed to fail.

Satisfied that he's alone, he begins talking to himself. "...Well. Certainly not Cybertron. Earth, perhaps. But why...?" A pause, and he brightens a bit, beginning to pace slowly around the aviary as he takes stock of his surroundings. "No, no! Don't look a gift Predacon in the mouth, Starscream. This is preferable to the alternative..." A bird recovers from the initial fright, and flits over to perch on his antenna while he's distracted. This whole thing sure would be embarrassing if anyone else was here, which they're not! He checked. "Perhaps this was a freak groundbridge accident. Yes... A miscalculated rescue. Or... was this on purpose?"

Mutter, mutter, stalk, stalk. He's heading towards the door. Frisk might be in a little danger of getting stepped on.