-lying lazily on the ground.] Sans! [She shouts his name and immediately begins to fall, bracing for the impact of her feet against the stone. Wind rushes up around her. Water drips from her soaked clothes into the completely dry room. In just a moment that metal door will bang shut again, and the roof will shut, and it will be too late.]
Sans!
[Catch me catch me catch me, she thinks, unaware that her Mirror once thought the exact same thing.]
2/2 ahahaha I just realized now that you mentioned a glass ceiling
Sans!
[Catch me catch me catch me, she thinks, unaware that her Mirror once thought the exact same thing.]