Perhaps unfortunately, Frisk just stares--well, as much as they can stare from behind squinted eyelids--blankly at Chara, head tilted slightly to the side in confusion. "Um, while it's true that Papyrus did drag me to beach volleyball back at the retreat, and I have been working pretty hard at upping my mad ninja skillz," they deliberately pronounce the z, "I... don't think I've ever seen you before? Like, you're kind of vaguely familiar in that irritating way where I can't quite put the name to the face, but, uh, yeah. You've got the wrong person. I'm Frisk."