"Do what?" She holds out the phone to him, though she's standing out of reach. "What's wrong about this?"

The little bit of Max that clings on listens to these foreign words leave her body. She'd say something dumb- about resistance being futile. About technology ruining her generation.

But from one corner of her own mind she listens with disgust at the words coming from her mouth. And with desperation at Sans' plea.

"You just- You don't get it. There's stuff going on that's bigger than you and me. I'm- We're saving everything." There's a messy aggressiveness to her tone. "You'll help. Right? You and me- we always, we always try to do the right thing."