Frisk is perceptive, if nothing else. Their empathy, their ability to intuitively read others, even crept into their custom job. And as they look at "Empress Ramaa," everything clicks into place. The eyes. The manner of speaking, different from what they remember of the Empress but similar to the tone of... the hacker.

Their stance shifts ever-so-slightly, from forced casualness to fluid and ready to fight--or flee. "Pardon me for avoiding the question, Your Highness," their words are dripping with sarcasm, "but I have to ask: how long have you had those new contacts?

"Or is that your real eye color? Gonna have to agree with Kuja here, they look like crap.

They pause.

"Okay, now that the witty banter is out of my system, time to get to the point. Is Rama possessed or have you just been screwing with us the whole time?"

Frisk switches as quickly as they can to [SOUL Mage].