She shrugs a little bit at his comment, because honestly, making clothes is hard and she sure knows nothing about it, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out when something looks absolutely dreadful. Besides, the gods deal in emotions- they probably just want big reactions out of whatever it is they make.

In the meantime, he introduces himself, formally, and she adjusts her glasses before taking his hand. "Oh, uhm, I-I'm Alphys. Dr. Alphys, actually, but uh, j-just Alphys is fine. I haven't been here very long." She's still not used to the way human hands feel- all squishy and sometimes rough in places where they're worn and used. Alphys', on the other hand, are warm, but feel more like lizard scales, with small dull claws on the end of each finger. They'd probably be sharper if she didn't chew on them when she was nervous- her teeth are sharper in the back but dull in the front where the front two poke out, just as dull as a human's. Otherwise, she... sure does look like a five or so foot tall lizard person, tail and all. Frankly, to her, it's odder to see so many humans milling about.