There are really no words for the look on Foster's face in the moments after that timely lightning flash. He looked simultaneously ready to kill Papyrus and simply throw himself directly off the nearest rooftop. He gets control of his face in a moment, though, and manages something relatively neutral.

"Yes. I work with him," Foster informs Childermass simply.

Hopefully everyone here was aware that Foster is also, technically, a janitor.

"But--" He won't even look at Papyrus now. You'd think he has some kind of problem with the guy or something.

".... do we have a plan?" Because if not--