"I am new." She doesn't mention her three kittens, deeming a child too young to know about them. They might be here-- though she hopes not. They would be so much safer with Bonfamille, who would care for them in place of Duchess.

Once Frisk stops petting, she insistently butts her head up into their hand for more, soft whiskers tickling up against their palm.

"I am Duchess. What is you name?"