"...Oh. Good." And at that, there's a small sigh of relief. A crooked smile, and they fidget with one of their sleeves. "Might take some getting used to, though. I mean, the Ruins weren't too bad, but I still got attacked every few steps. And Snowdin's only gotten worse..."

The difference there is that Snowdin gave them the gift known as Papyrus, and he's been excellent at providing morale and protection. Still, couldn't one argue that due to his protection, they've grown too complacent? They really aren't sure how to feel about that.

Sans nearly killed him, and he was holding back. "So, uh. What kinda monsters are here, anyway? Is there anyone named Asgore? Maybe Papyrus?"