Rinzler's helmet stays angled toward Asriel, visuals and scan-sense checking him over as amusement recedes to curiosity. The monster isn't code enough to detect much, but if his energy levels aren't quite what they were, they're not critically low, either. Good. Certainly his movements don't seem lagged—for that enthusiastic burst, at least.

The program would insert a status query, but sidetracking from that question is the last thing he wants to do. Eyes slide up behind the black mask, gauging Toriel's response.