Frisk contemplates the question, then shrugs. Instinct tells them to dismiss it entirely, but it's not like anyone would really believe them if they said they were just fine. As long as they don't just start talking about everything - smaller lies are easier.

"I don't like waiting." That's the main problem for them. Their scrapes and bruises from Lapis weren't even bad enough to be worth dipping into their dwindling monster food supply; they're healing. Fighting a friend isn't fun, but it's nothing new either. They don't let it bother them. But just sitting around? In the Underground, they went as fast as they wanted. No one ever made them just do nothing.