[Never seen the sky? She, wouldn't question that. Other worlds were weird, they had weird things in them. Someone not being able to see the sky probably made sense. Still, the cheer and enthusiasm makes her laugh just a bit. Like Rex, reaching out to help others without even a thought about it.]

"Well, I guess it's nice meeting you then, Papyrus. I'm Mythra."

[She takes his extended hand, her fingrs feeling it. She in fact, begins sizing up all of his bones, looking for some sort of mechanism there. Some sort of logic behind how he is managing to stand. And talk. And move. She sticks her hand through his ribcage even. Her surface examination comes up with nothing.]

"How do all your bones hold themselves together like that?"

[Might as well ask, since he's right here.]