Mettaton wasn't sure he would ever appreciate so completely how sweet and sympathetic Toriel really was. But he certainly was now. He was happy that she didn't find him to be a burden at the moment.

"Alright. I'd offer to help, but I don't suppose you brought enough cleaning products for an assistant. And all this glass is terribly small."

It wouldn't hurt him, but it still seems like a bad idea to get covered in glass particles.

Glass dust. Eugh...

"If you don't mind my asking, darling...have you seen any other monsters around?" he asks. It seemed such an inappropriate question, but Mettaton is just very impatient.