[ Now that's one heck of a trick. It reminds her of something she can't quite pinpoint. For a second, she stares a bit dumbly as a question's posed to her, because the gears are turning, though not enough to click into place. Driving the tip of her spear into the ground, she leans on it, settling in at least for the time being. ]
Hah! Just Undyne is fine! Nobody one ever really calls me Miss! [ Oh, right. Manners. ] Nice to meet you. And, uh, you are...?
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Hah! Just Undyne is fine! Nobody one ever really calls me Miss! [ Oh, right. Manners. ] Nice to meet you. And, uh, you are...?