Snowdrake's not close enough to hear the noise, but he does notice the doll's attention on him. He decides to make his way closer to the edge, leading to a pair of pops--his suction-cup feet are attached to the desk lamp's base. He knows Frisk is going to be a few minutes, worth the risk. A new toy not bought (or found) by the kid themselves? It's quite an occasion!

"'Ice' colors there, new guy!" he greets, waving one of those undersized wings.

From the floor, Tsunderplane scoffs loudly. "I'm the plane with the great hat! Can't you see with those anime eyes, idiot!?"

Somewhere else in the house, a woman speaks--sort of. It sounds less like a sentence and more like a single word and a grunt. Frisk doesn't answer it.

A door opens and shuts hard enough to be felt through the floor, and absolutely none of the toys give it attention.