Frisk straightens up. "...Not yet. I'm sorry. There is--are people. Couple human kids--Chara's one of them, though. They look like me, but with a different sweater. They're dangerous. Everyone else is nice, though, especially the monsters." They'll wait to see what her reaction is to that. What's a monster to a cat, anyway?

"Birds? Did the ones in the bird tower scream at you?" The macaws in there don't care for Frisk much, for some reason. Or the peacocks still.