The skeleton can't help but notice, as this conversation goes on raising questions - like whether hallucinations are a real side effect of 'sleep deprivation - that the alliteratively dependable doctor hasn't stopped talking aloud to him. And that instead, the answer to the worry is just, staying here, hopefully away from anyone who'd mind seeing someone talk to themselves. Maybe this, too, is shock.

"Yyyyes, I am something of a skeleton..." The caution against words like 'monster' has never seemed so pertinent as this very moment. Talk of not being a dead human can probably also wait, for similar reasons of keeping things calm. That leaves the remaining high priority question on his mind: "But, cartoon? Why cartoon? Is it my outfit...?"

He actually looks down at himself, examining the 'battle body' in more detail. Sure, it's still pretty vividly colorful, as he's showered with laundry detergents that promised color retention quite a few times. And it is from that costume party, originally based off some old human thing. But really, cartoon?