* Smells like salty slush.

[bleakdrake]

It stands near the edge. Not for any particular reason; the edge is merely where they first appeared.

She's barely aware of the change, expressions as blank as they could manage. The clouds are close enough to the room in the Lab where it stayed that they're almost comfortable, or at least as comfortable as a mass of creatures fused together and kept from their families (and so losing itself) could ever possibly be.

Anyone else stumbling over them, however, will likely be...far more uncomfortable. An icy-dusty-melting creature, looming in the foggy banks where it'll seem she simply appears despite not moving a step.

The only warning--the only clue that she's even there for those not particularly searching for something along the edge--that they're there is her voice, cracking and exhausted and chilling, drifting over the wind.

"Sn...ow...y..."

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[sansational]

Despite himself, Sans smiles, and it doesn't even hurt to do so. It's a little hard to tell on that face, but that definitely seems to be a basically happy sort of reaction. "yeah," he murmurs, staring up at the sky with her. "blue, blue, blue." He hadn't previously thought that anything quite so blue could ever possibly exist, before coming here.

On a whim, he sits himself down on the grass. They might need a minute or two to properly get oriented, and it's not as though he's really in a rush to go anywhere or lead them anywhere. They can enjoy the weather for a little bit, if she wants to.

"we don't know where we are, or where the underground is in relation to any of this. but there are definitely worse places to get stuck all over again."