So they don't care. Or they're good at hiding it, since obviously something's making them upset. Does it matter? Max is boring herself too, and it's no good.

She blows the straw at Frisk. "Oh god, just do your thing, would you? Let's plaaay." She wraps her arms around herself in a hug, hands tucked insie her hoodie at the waist, and smiles. "On the count of three. Ooooone..."