Frisk spreads their arms helplessly. Not the answer they wanted! Or hoped for! Or...anything! Plus something feels nauseatingly familiar that they slam back into the 'for later examination' box.

Kris could be lying about the 'dunno', but they'll take that at face value for now. If they're some weird warped human version of Flowey, they're being remarkably polite. 'Where'd you find it? It controlled you? I can take it?'

If Kris wants them to steal it, they will, if not letting...it?...in them. They scoot down the bed before they can even get an answer, plucking the blanket up with a pinch of just two fingers--as if it's gross--to get a clearer look.