"... huh." Well. That's interesting, and clearly puzzles Taako for a beat. A long ear quirks up. "Yeah, I mean, fair enough, but, like... it's still objectively not your fault? Maybe Sans, okay, sure, if it makes you feel any better, for some reason, we can call that one your fault, but, uh, anybody else just kind of fell in of their own accord, know what I'm saying?"

He ends up just sitting down on her doorstep, a much more comfortable position to chat in; it seems like he might be here for a while, and she hasn't exactly invited him in. Not that he's upset that a child hasn't invited a strange, grown elf into her house-- that makes perfect sense, honestly, and good on her for it.