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...I'm not going to kill you, Sans.
[And for certain it's the truth.
She sits up properly, stamping out her cigarette on the table, and tossing the butt toward the nearby trashcan. She misses, because she's Max.]
You don't really make an effort for anything, so... [She turns slightly pink as she realizes what she just said.] I'm not judging. Promise.