A disgruntled Scout, red rims around her eyes and grease still under her brass fingernails, has decided to go for a run. For the moment her soul is a big catlike creature with the same feet and tail as her, and the most extraordinary chin tusks. He keeps apace and closer than he needs to be, gazing at her in an odd, worried way.

They come to a stop, Scout more awkwardly on two hoof/claw legs than her dæmon on four, to look at Papyrus and what he's got going on. "Oh, uh, hi, Papyrus. You're up too?"

Much more quietly, her dæmon speaks with a deep soft voice. "I knew it wasn't just us."