Sorry Sans, she was too busy fighting down the urge to stab the arn through her own eye to take much notice of the judgmental silence. She does glance up and sees the weird shift of his skull though, which, can he not keep doing that.

"Pity," she sniffs and relaxes a little, leaning against the door frame. Not thinking actively murdery thoughts tends to help soothe the migraines. Just having a nice hypothetical chat here, with something that's probably more at home in a grave than her living room. "Has anything ever proven to weaken them?"