[For all he heard the slowed steps and then shuffling to catch up, Papyrus jolts at the tap of the screwdriver. His eyes are wide as he turns to look at it, and he grimaces. The implication that they're grabbing tools to use in place of attacks is... off-putting. So close, so personal. Not at all like the artistic distance of tossing around bones and maybe a blast.
Still, he nods grimly and accepts it with one hand, then tests the weight and balance of it. He's not sure he can muster the lethal intention to kill one of the mannequins, on such short and unsettled notice... But at the very least, lodging it in a mannequin's leg joint could make the pursuit far less fearsome. Hopefully.]
It didn't seem far away...
[His mutter is partially muffled by his hand, as he leans to squint down the aisle. Trying to balance speed with quiet makes a slower pace than his usual. But he recognizes a few displays ahead, and points to one that leads around a corner.]
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Still, he nods grimly and accepts it with one hand, then tests the weight and balance of it. He's not sure he can muster the lethal intention to kill one of the mannequins, on such short and unsettled notice... But at the very least, lodging it in a mannequin's leg joint could make the pursuit far less fearsome. Hopefully.]
It didn't seem far away...
[His mutter is partially muffled by his hand, as he leans to squint down the aisle. Trying to balance speed with quiet makes a slower pace than his usual. But he recognizes a few displays ahead, and points to one that leads around a corner.]
Past that.