Frisk stares at the rock for a solid half-minute, scowling. It feels like the universe is mocking them. "Do I look like a Freelancer?" they grumble before pocketing the rock. Who knows, it could be useful at some point. Maybe. Probably not, but they'll find a way to use it to spite RNG anyways.

Taking the Dragoon Boots, Frisk jumps high up into the air, seeing how far away the Shadow Crystal is.