Papyrus meets her at the door, holding a laundry bag full of dirty clothes and looking a bit better than when he made the first announcement on the network. Most of the stuff in the bag is just Sans's weekly clothes that he's neglected to clean, but sitting on top is his jacket, lovingly folded with the arms tied tight. There's still dust smudged on Papyrus, and traces of it linger in places he couldn't quite get to, but he's done a pretty good job for a guy whose hands aren't built to handle the stuff.

"I'm ready to go," he answers, trying to sound cheerful in the face of everything. He's been here long enough, and even with people checking up on him and helping out, he's had enough of being here and dealing with this. "Don't worry, I won't make you deal with my brother's gross laundry! Just the company would be nice."