[Papyrus's eyebrows shoot up at the idea of a battlefield, and he almost relaxes about being tugged around. Suddenly living out a waking dream of a battle, without any time to prepare for it, could make a person a little grabby and crabby alike. Fair enough.]

S-So, we both saw different things...

[He's not sure why it's a surprise, but it is. Maybe just because it makes it harder to agree about what happened, or because if it's not shared then it ought to be individualized.]

Saw, and heard. The crying person, and the phone call... They both called me things, but... not my name. I don't think I could pull off 'Miss Ruby'.

[His hair isn't nearly red or crystalline enough for it, for one.]