A finger drums idly against his clavicle. "So of those of you who are currently here from the Underground, does anyone have matching timelines or do all of you have inconsistent memories?"

He's met another, Asgore, and Frisk has mentioned others from their world in passing or in vague, bewildering explanations, but Rosen still has no solid sense of what the situation with the inhabitants from the Underground actually looks like here in the cave. Their living situations. Their relationships. At best he's an outside observer peering at their world through cracked and fogged glass.

"And, now that we are talking about it, how many of you are here?"