"Normally, I'd advocate against splitting the party because that's generally when everything goes horribly wrong, but we need to get this done fast and it doesn't really look like with have any other options." Frisk purses their lips, thinking. There were some things that were striking them as off about this situation.

"Two questions, though: one, if this was meant to be an emergency measure to help out the city when things get bad, why are they locking it behind a bunch of corridors with weird tides that make it hard to get through instead of just putting simple security detail on it? And this is only one part of the puzzle, the others probably have different security measures." Now, they could understand why this kind of thing happened in the Underground, grim as the reasoning was, but here....

"B, Madhuri, how the heck do you know French? Like, I'm pretty sure you and Adrien are from different worlds, nevermind how the Common Tongue thingymajig auto-translates so all I should be hearing from you is English. Of course," Frisk waggles their eyebrows, "perhaps there's a reason I hear your lovely voice speaking in the language of love, mademoiselle?

"I call dibs on Papyrus once we split, by the way."