Frisk purses their lips. "Yeah. I mean, at least up here I don't have to watch out for ridiculous Space Jam vomit traps or any of Undyne's other elaborate ways to kill and/or demoralize me, but I have-" their eyes widen. "Woah woah woah. Hold on for just a second. You're from the Underground? How long have you even been hiding down there? If you've got some super secret cool magic that lets you hide from a bajillion cameras at once, clue me in, because without an angry, unstable fish breathing down my neck all the time it would be a lot easier to get to New Home." The pause. "Wait, how do you even know I fell- oh, wait. Mettaton probably spammed the networks with promos for his shows with me. Yeah, that scans."