[ Zero does little more than flare her nostrils, a tell-tale sign of her anger and annoyance at Nier's insistence that she rest. Her attention drifts back towards Frisk, briefly– but she addresses them both. ]

So you have seen it.

[ She turns on her heel, eyes fixated on something far away. ]

You're not the only one who got an upgrade down here. So maybe do something useful with those giant hands of yours–

[ She doesn't turn around or stop, but she does very blatantly make a jerking off motion over her shoulder. ]

– and leave me the fuck alone–!

[ Zero stops, suddenly, as if overcome with some realization.

She can't hear him anymore, she realizes.

Slowly she turns her head, overcome with anger and fear in equal parts.

Right above Frisk's head looms a tall dark form, it's bone white face and the dark hollows of its eyes shining like a beacon.

Zero runs, and she lunges, sword aimed right above Frisk's head. ]