"...Goat monster, huh? I wonder if they're related to Asgore." There's a thoughtful stroke of the chin at that. There are... things they saw in Asgore's home that made 'em wonder, but they don't wanna make assumptions. For all they know, goat monsters are a dime a dozen. Dogs certainly are. "Dunno about any shadow men, cloth people, or white cats, but I know of Mettaton, and I definitely know Sans."

But a timid Papyrus? That's just weird. How could such a loud, enthusiastic goofball be shy? However, before they can comment on that, their focus shifts to something more troubling.

"...Hey. Don't call yourself a monster. You seem fine to me! ...Not that I've got anything against actual monsters."