Frisk considers the path - or rather, the lack thereof - for a long moment before nodding decisively and striking off in the vague direction Souji indicated. Tramping through thick copses of underbrush and saplings is different from any kind of Underground landscape they braved on their way to Asgore's castle, but it's a little reminiscent of the sloping peak of Mount Ebott. Hopefully there isn't any poison oak or something worse lurking in amidst the vegetation.

"Do you go exploring often, where you're from?" asks Frisk after a few minutes of silently braving the woodland. They keep their voice pitched low in case any wildlife might be nearby.