"Well, that's good, at least. I'm glad that, uh, you've figured a way out of that situation." Connie pauses, thinking for a moment as she mulls a question that's been in the back of her mind ever since she woke up. "So, um, you're a scientist, right? Do you have any hypotheses for how we ended up," she gestures vaguely at the rest of the ship, "here? If you need any more data, um," she takes a fistful of pamphlets out of her pockets, showing them to Papyrus, "here's some basic information on where we are. I'm not exactly, erm, a professional per se, but I'm fairly certain that at some point along the way we ended up dimension-hopping over to here. Multiverse theory and all that. I mean, it's the only explanation for how we seem to have dozens of humans from various Earth-like planets sharing the English language, general culture, physiology, resemblance to feudalistic cultures in some cases... but the question is how and why, I guess? I mean, I definitely didn't touch anything before I fell asleep that could've transported me to a weird interdimensional memory void."