Something about standing and watching makes Papyrus shiver uncomfortably, an odd feeling he can't quite name. Maybe it's just how the metal on the outside feels, when cold sweat tries to cover his bones. It's not really a surprise, though, this is a thoroughly discomforting experience.

He's not so distracted by the odd feelings to miss that streak of green go flying near the flailing limbs, at least, and gestures emphatically to put extra power into pulling the gem out of danger.