[Sieglinde doesn't talk while she works- not because she has nothing to say, but because... ammonia. It reeks, and over time makes her eyes and nose sting, so she keeps her mouth shut tight and works as quickly as possible until her jar is full of the ripest bat shit available, trying to wipe what she could from her leather gloves before gesturing at Papyrus.]
no subject
Let's get out of here.
[She might! If he does it quietly.]