[ Those eyes may look like crescents, but they sure feel like daggers. He shrinks under Siffrin's gaze, but he has nowhere else to look for now. It's just the two of them. Vibing. ]

... O-oh, that's right. The roofs. [ He probably should have helped with those. Then again, Flowey was spearheading that project, and that is it's own can of worms. There's only so many of those he can handle at once. ] I'm glad you've been keeping busy too, without, um. Getting hurt or anything.

[ Or killing someone. ]

B-but the Miltanks just need a lot of help lately. I guess... it does seem that way! [ A beat, and an awkward one at that. ] ... I think I'm just still getting used to having all this extra space.