Alphys is pretty sure this is not how any of this is supposed to go. Her first instinct is to run and hide under a table, but her ballgown is entirely too poofy for that, so she's stuck gawking awstruck at the scene that's unfolding.

The minute she sees magic bones, she lets out a squeak. There are two possibilities for where those came from and neither one of them are good. Gathering up her skirts the best she can, Alphys scurries over to the windows, paying little mind to the redhead next to her because those sure are some dragons down there.

And. Something else that looks startlingly familiar.

"Uhh... I don't think this is scripted..." She groans.