[Mettaton's almost impressed with the new form displayed by this...vaguely catlike creature. Is she a monster? It's...definitely possible, but he knows he's never seen one like her before. And definitely not with that level of psychic aptitude.

Her asking him whether he would be able to defeat the enemy was a little distracting though. Fair, he supposes, as this was their first time meeting. Still, Mettaton puts a hand to his chest, faux gasping in obvious (if conflated) insult.]

You wound me! Of course I can defeat it. All it would take is a little time, I think! Would you be a dear and help with that?

[Electricity crackles at his fingertips once more, spreading along the raindrops a fair distance before ebbing. It's up to her whether she believes in his abilities, but Mettaton's just itching to unleash some real magic.]</small