"Magic? What kinda magic? Lemme see!" Crawling on her scuffed and sliced knees, Tina waddled her way over towards Sans, pulling herself up using his leg as a rope, a very bony rope. She looked like something from a zombie movie, all cut up and dirty, crawling with her fingernails.

She was cool, though, she'd get over it.

"Do me a flava an' give a sista a ride? I just gots't get me a new engine, or two, or eight...teen." Counting on her fingers as she tried to work the maths out of how many certain parts she would need to make a stronger, faster, rocket fuel engine.

Maybe she should just go lay down for a while? The bump to her head had her a bit off... That, or maybe the effects of the new God was making it so she didn't really care about the huge bump to her head?