[Oh thank god, he knows this woman. Mettaton manages to focus on that bright, blue hair despite his eyes having every intention of closing, and he offers her a smile.

Yes. Yes, please help. Please.]

If that's what you want. [He shrugs nonchalantly and nudges the girl, who peers up at the sound of a much softer voice. Her interest only lasts as long as it takes for her to notice Aqua's... aqua hair, and she gapes at it, transfixed.] I'm not sure this one's a fan of Sondheim, so if you have any better recommendations, I'd appreciate them.