[she's a little distracted- her enthusiasm quelled by whatever the heck it is that Sans is doing- so when his voice is beside her, reminding her of what she needs to do, she jumps, making a surprised, high-pitched sound, and then throws her hand up, bringing the heavy grate slamming down.]
Hah! [she points at the infected, who, by now, have realized they're trapped and have gathered around the grate like angry animals in a pen.] You clods fell for it!
[she holds up her hand for Sans to slap her the shortest of five.]
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Hah! [she points at the infected, who, by now, have realized they're trapped and have gathered around the grate like angry animals in a pen.] You clods fell for it!
[she holds up her hand for Sans to slap her the shortest of five.]