[The shivering ball of yellow anxiety slows down, and momentarily goes still, following Sans' one-syllable utterance. Even her legs stop their vibrating. But she doesn't turn around, because she's obliged to debate with herself for a while first about whether she should turn around.
Well, she did see Papyrus earlier. And he did mention that Sans was here. This helps quash her hesitation, and finally, she glances over her shoulder.]
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Well, she did see Papyrus earlier. And he did mention that Sans was here. This helps quash her hesitation, and finally, she glances over her shoulder.]
...Sans?