-Baiken cast a glance towards Frisk. There was, at least, a hint of worry there, but not much that would be obvious through her usual disposition, one that was growing increasingly more annoyed as she finally rose up from her sitting position, putting away her pipe and her cask.-

Whatever this is, there had better be a good pay check for taking care of it. -She rolled her neck and her shoulder.-

I'm not here to prove myself, I'm here to earn my pay.