[Undyne is honestly shocked to find Sans awake this early in the morning - she'd been planning on either waiting around until he woke up or shoving him out of bed herself. Probably the latter. This is honestly kind of disappointing, she'd been looking forward to that.
She's not as surprised to see him working, at least not as much as she would have been when they'd first arrived here. If there's anything she's learned about Sans over the past two months, it's that he's nowhere near the useless lazy idiot he's projected himself to be. It's why she's here at all - she needs answers, and while she isn't sure if Sans has them, he's her best hope. Then again, it's either him or Papyrus, and it sure as hell isn't going to be Papyrus.
But first she needs to get his attention. She looks around the room for something she can use. The trombone...no. The whoopee cushion...definitely not. Sticking her hand into the gross trash tornado...hell no. Look, she still has some pride left goddammit. She's tempted to just pick him up by the hoodie because that's a surefire way to confirm her identity, but she isn't sure how much of this ghost energy she actually has and if she drops him he'll probably shatter into dust and they'll have to execute her ghost.
In the end, she just settles for grabbing some of the papers and waving them around...also so she can get a better look at them, because she's curious to see what he's been writing. It better not be the script to the Bee Movie.]
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She's not as surprised to see him working, at least not as much as she would have been when they'd first arrived here. If there's anything she's learned about Sans over the past two months, it's that he's nowhere near the useless lazy idiot he's projected himself to be. It's why she's here at all - she needs answers, and while she isn't sure if Sans has them, he's her best hope. Then again, it's either him or Papyrus, and it sure as hell isn't going to be Papyrus.
But first she needs to get his attention. She looks around the room for something she can use. The trombone...no. The whoopee cushion...definitely not. Sticking her hand into the gross trash tornado...hell no. Look, she still has some pride left goddammit. She's tempted to just pick him up by the hoodie because that's a surefire way to confirm her identity, but she isn't sure how much of this ghost energy she actually has and if she drops him he'll probably shatter into dust and they'll have to execute her ghost.
In the end, she just settles for grabbing some of the papers and waving them around...also so she can get a better look at them, because she's curious to see what he's been writing. It better not be the script to the Bee Movie.]