Frisk sticks to the shadows like gum to a shoe when the group finally reaches the room. "Alright," they whisper, eyeing the shield suspiciously. "Let's approach it nice and easy. Maybe it won't be hostile. So no jumping the gun on attacking it, alright?" Having said their piece, Frisk keeps in the dark as they leap from place to place towards the shield, prepared to drop a Smoke Bomb if the shield makes any hostile moves.