They pause for a moment. Tilt their head just a bit, like they're thinking about what Frisk just said.

Not exactly the first time they've been whisked off to another world.

Aaaand they're pretty sure they've looted all they can from this place. They settle for leaning against the counter instead. "Not your fault." Their fingers trace, idly, against the Delta Rune embellished on their chestplate. "...Probably."