Chara stirs from the bunk. They're only wearing their thermals from the waist up, and the room's heat is oppressive enough that even that might still be unpleasant to sleep in. It doesn't seem to bother them, fortunately, and they they rub a fist to their eye, sitting up.

One might say they were scowling, except there's nothing behind the look but sleep. No--it's a squint.

"Frisk?" Chara turns their way and mumbles something that might be some sort of inquiry.