She keeps her eyes on his skull as he talks- imagining the Reaper's words like a worm digging its way through the bone. A disgusting thought, and foreign to Max's mind. Normally. Today there are all sorts of strange thoughts swimming through there.

"What, Sans?" she asks him, her voice thick with faux curiosity. Just playing along with his little joke in the middle of this life-or-death predicament. But even as she talks she continues to walk forward, egging them on toward where other people must be.

The tunnels shake. Somewhere far away a monster is stirring. Its words reach them like whispers silently winding through the caverns, twisting around the phone in her bag.

"A sneakers bar?" she guesses, a little too loud as though to hide the whispers under her voice. Snickers bar. Her lips part in a grin, even as the rest of her face looks confused. Get it?