Phew, as long as I'm under constant surveillance, I must be safe. [He says it, but again there's a lack of actual annoyance under it - it's wry and amused, like reading off a script. Fits with Sans's own weird tone and expression, which don't quite seem to match.
Papyrus shifts in place to maximize the comfort, fidgets with his wire hair to get it to some kind of aesthetic, and hums thoughtfully at nothing visible. The tracker's giving him... some kind of bizarre message, not based on any of the preset alerts. A discrepancy with duplication? Was it doing some backup upload when the power went out, and now it's trying and failing to complete it...?]
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Papyrus shifts in place to maximize the comfort, fidgets with his wire hair to get it to some kind of aesthetic, and hums thoughtfully at nothing visible. The tracker's giving him... some kind of bizarre message, not based on any of the preset alerts. A discrepancy with duplication? Was it doing some backup upload when the power went out, and now it's trying and failing to complete it...?]