Max watches Tim throw back the pills with a mix of apprehension and curiosity- though mostly the former. Medicine? She steps forward as he stumbles, afraid that he's going to fall again, kind of standing in his personal space warily. The wild look in his eyes and the fear there, the vulnerability... she feels so sorry for him, but so scared too. For him and Sans.

She glances about in response to Tim's questions. Sans... really isn't there. God, she- she didn't kill him right? Oh god, what if she killed him? Would she even know? What if she killed her friend?

"I don't... I don't know where he is," she says, her voice pitched high in fear.

She doesn't know what to do. Sans might be dead, Tim probably shouldn't be alone right now, and she can feel the anxiety creeping up and clogging her throat.

Breathe!

She sucks in a deep breath. She needs to be calm right now. For everyone else. No one else is calm. Instinctively she reaches out and places a hand on Tim's shoulder to steady him, as she turns to look him in the eye.

The words won't come out- things like everything's okay or you're fine.

"Are you okay, Tim...?"