[Papyrus heaves a relieved sigh as his brother turns away. More a release of air than relief in truth, but it's something, to have that privacy with his misery. It's not like the present circumstances are permanent, after all! What was connected can be removed, with care and the right tools and skills. And if removal's too challenging... they can always adjust it. Somehow.]

It must have been. You said, you came in by the school...? We haven't, um. seen any children running around. [Though maybe that doctor training would make a little more sense, if this complex is connected through a school. He doesn't want to think about that. Or his face. Or his ribs. Or, he concludes as he starts squeezing the granola bar in his hand, any of the things they can't change this moment.

But he can't focus very well on lighter things, while keeping braced for more doppelgangers. So the next best thing, is giving Sans some info on the generals of what happened.] Or anybody, really... except the mannequins, once we got out.