I'm... cramped. [He frowns, considering the idea and its feelings, considers a hand as he clenches and unclenches it experimentally. Now he's starting to remember the time since he last remembered, too. All the worries and distractions of these bodies and lives, the changes to this body.] Even with all the extra processing power 'I've' installed lately, I can't... remember everything, in here.

[It's disconcerting, this haze of lost past... yet that loud relief feels like it's partly his own relief too. At least he remembers what he's supposed to be again, in a somewhat removed way. But Sans sounds concerned, and his recent memories of trying to struggle away out of, confused fear? They're pretty fragmented. He glances up Sans's way.]

What might not be okay? I'm still... figuring out what to check for. Briefly disoriented! [The body's still finishing coming online, slower than after a nap due to the abrupt hard reset, but there's no hard feelings. Or not many, not compared to the relief and determination to be as much himself as he can. Of course he can ask his brother for help figuring this out. Sans is trying to make the best of a bad situation, and the last thing Papyrus wants to do is make that harder.]