Papyrus hummed acknowledgement to Sans' status update, and waited a couple minutes for the Ringmaster to chime in... But there's nothing. He holds the talk button again.

"Well, since you're answering... Sans? We've made some friends, here, kind of. They might be able to help. Hold on a minute!"

He leans around the mirror frame, looking towards Saraqael, and raises his voice a little.

"Excuse me, Mr. Architect Wolf, do you know where captives are held?"