[Frisk suspects that it's a little weird for a kid to be alone at a fancy space-boat party like this. It's the kind of thing they might do as Ambassador, except that they don't recognize anyone here, or remember scheduling anything like this. But they are small, and quiet, and they know how not to be noticed. They slip around the edges of the crowds, silently watching people with dark eyes that look too wary for their young face.
But they light up when they reach a large window, reaching out to press both hands to the glass and peer up and out. It's pretty out there! They wish they had someone here to look with them.
(They can also be seen somewhat inexplicably slipping pieces of fish off of various plates in the dining area and into their pockets. And possibly the sleeves of their sweater. There seems to be quite a bit of space in there?)]
[B]
[Ah, and here they are again, climbing into a transuit with what amounts to a rather impressive armful of fish cradled awkwardly against their hip. They're trying not to let it get on the ground, but it's a little hard to put this on while carrying a bunch of food.
Well, if they end up resetting this, they'll remember to get a bag. Can they even reset that far back? Their save file feels weird, but now's not really the time to figure that out.]
[D]
[So apparently people think they're a little young to be crawling through air ducts to attach some kind of device to something. Frisk's brow is furrowed, but they stand their ground, gesturing impatiently in the air. A Legionnaire's translator will render the sign language:]
I can fit through there better than any of you. I can take it!
[Of course, not everyone has a Legionnaire's translation device, so their argument doesn't seem to be quite flying.]
Frisk | Undertale
[Frisk suspects that it's a little weird for a kid to be alone at a fancy space-boat party like this. It's the kind of thing they might do as Ambassador, except that they don't recognize anyone here, or remember scheduling anything like this. But they are small, and quiet, and they know how not to be noticed. They slip around the edges of the crowds, silently watching people with dark eyes that look too wary for their young face.
But they light up when they reach a large window, reaching out to press both hands to the glass and peer up and out. It's pretty out there! They wish they had someone here to look with them.
(They can also be seen somewhat inexplicably slipping pieces of fish off of various plates in the dining area and into their pockets. And possibly the sleeves of their sweater. There seems to be quite a bit of space in there?)]
[B]
[Ah, and here they are again, climbing into a transuit with what amounts to a rather impressive armful of fish cradled awkwardly against their hip. They're trying not to let it get on the ground, but it's a little hard to put this on while carrying a bunch of food.
Well, if they end up resetting this, they'll remember to get a bag. Can they even reset that far back? Their save file feels weird, but now's not really the time to figure that out.]
[D]
[So apparently people think they're a little young to be crawling through air ducts to attach some kind of device to something. Frisk's brow is furrowed, but they stand their ground, gesturing impatiently in the air. A Legionnaire's translator will render the sign language:]
I can fit through there better than any of you. I can take it!
[Of course, not everyone has a Legionnaire's translation device, so their argument doesn't seem to be quite flying.]