[Everything in her body seizes when Frisk yells, her throat tightening as Chara speaks, trying to desperately fight every instinct that is telling her to run, hide, leave leave leave. In an instant, she hates Sans for calling her here, hates herself for coming, hates the world for putting her here, and it crumbles nigh instantaneously into pity, hurt, and...

For a few seconds, clarity. Because she hates herself for knowing it, hates herself for having the knowledge, but she knows exactly what to do.]

Are you s-sure it's determination? I mean, it's... we don't have time right now, do we.

[Her eyes flick again between Frisk, Chara, Sans. This... this is a mess. There's just no way around it.]

I... m-maybe. But the only way to do that would be with a DT extraction m-machine. And I don't have my blueprints. Trying to recreate it from memory could take months, and...

[Her eyes drift over to Frisk, worried, before she looks back towards Chara.]

Chara, c-can you tell me what happened? I want to be able to help.