When attention turns onto them Frisk bites their lip and glances away, fiddling with the end of their sleeve shyly.

"I'm, I-I've been lookin'...I dunno what I'd really be good at. I was supposed t' be helpin' people feel better on th' ship, but..."

They're starting to doubt their skill in that regard.

But that not really the sort of face any of them want to see out of Frisk, is it? So they straighten up and smile, as sunny as can be. "Um, I'll find somethin' though! I can always clean stuff, at least, 'n people always need help with that!"