Papyrus brightens at the confirmation, adding a stop to the medical tent to his to-do list. It hadn't occurred to him, not with how upset he'd been after waking up.

As Sans discourages him from going in the maze, he glances away from maze and brother alike. Not so far that it turns him away where Sans can't reach, because the scratching is helping, but enough to avoid eye contact. Not as casually as he intends.

"I'm not going in for the conversation," he explains. "I just want to... see. There's no mirrors in my trailer."

Possibly there weren't any in the first place, or possibly the vampire previously in residence had them removed. It's a mystery, but not an intriguing enough one to solve. Not when there's such a convenient cluster of mirrors available for anybody to just walk right into.

In any other locale, he might have made due with a puddle, but that's not quite an option at the moment.