Frisk needs to get away for a little bit, after the revelation Sans dropped on their shoulders (that they kept begging him for anyway, so why does it feel like a burden?), and after Asriel's...manifold problems with Alphys. No, they don't want to talk about it. No, they don't want to deal with it. They just want to think about it for a little bit, that's all. Spend some time to themselves.

The thing is, Frisk doesn't know how to do that. They've haven't been properly alone in a long time, and they're not sure they enjoy the feeling. So it's with a soft sigh of relief that they come across someone else. Or rather, they hear her first. It's a beautiful song, and Frisk lingers behind a few fronds until it sounds like she's done, not wanting to interrupt.

When at last they step out, albeit shyly, they're only momentarily alarmed to find that she's pink, quite literally. But Frisk has met two other women with distinctive shades to their skin and hair, and they've got a hunch.

"Excuse me," they say softly, as politely as they can, like they totally weren't just eavesdropping. Or...songdropping? "I...liked your song."