She looks away from the other Sans to smile at him. It's tired and worn, but this one is genuine.

Don't you look away from me, Lara, I think I know your problem: you fear success! Well, don't worry, your dear dunkle is here to remind you there's no chance of you succeeding at anything.

She hesitates, glancing back to Not-Sans, sneering and snarling, prowling around like he could reach across and wrap his hands around her throat. The snarling smile widens, Now there's a thought. He points to her and then to Sans, Bet this guy can help with that. Line up one good shot, put you down for good.

Lara takes a careful breath, "Nothing. It's nothing."

The other Sans' laughter echoes a little in her ears.