"Right." It's important. HP is very important. They have a very important job.

Frisk steps forward, pressing their face against the glass. The DT machine seems to be looking at them...they have an odd urge to push some gold under its beak. It jangles in their pockets, loud, distracting. They put their palms on the sides of their labcoat to make them quieter.

"But. Why does he need to be tied down? If things go wrong, running is good, and he can't."