Snow White took a few steps forward, almost itching for a fight out of paranoid anxiety. "Well?" he asked Frisk. "Notice anything?"

The suspense was perhaps the worst part. At least if there was a trap, maybe he could do something about it -- fight a monster or something. And if there wasn't a trap, then they needed to be moving on. Snow's fingertips played over the hilt of his chef's knife nervously.