[Toriel leans into Shepard's grasp, wrapping an arm around her. She's fine. Shepard's here, she's fine, it's alright.]

I... suppose that it is, yes.

Could we... Jane, could we go somewhere else and talk about this? Or at least close the door? I do not really want to keep looking at one of the worst experiences of- Oh goddammit.

[Toriel immediately stops in her train of thought as she realizes something, sitting up a bit straighter, suddenly so annoyed that she slams a fist down onto the floor, and... for a monster who was just killed with a plastic knife, those sure are a few broken floorboards under her fist.]

"It's going to be the worst thing that's ever happened to you." Of course, she told us exactly what it was going to be, and we just took it the complete wrong way. I feel like an idiot.

[She sighs, slumping back down again, seeming to be a bit more tired now after burning through a bit of frustration.]

Well. If that is all it is, then I suppose on the bright side, our precautions were unnecessary. Which is good, since the things in our rooms seem inaccessible right now.

I did not really like having your guns in my room anyway.

[...Toriel's. Not sure why she added that last bit on. It just kind of slipped out of her mouth.]