Frisk is quiet, watching from the doorway. They'd seen the pawprints in some of the dust and followed the trail, but they hadn't really been expecting to see a cat. This castle takes in strange visitors, after all.

She looks so tired, so they don't call out despite that being their first instinct.

...What a pretty cat. They quietly grin as it occurs to them they can finally show Sans-Serif what a "kitty" is.