[The skeleton gives that re-congealing hole in the salt-encrusted mud he was pulled from a skeptical look, like he's unsure everyone in the River is actually getting out without the help of a search party. He had to bolster himself to keep going a few times, and he knows there's monsters out there who need even more bolstering than him. Sure, he would have gotten out without the helping hand eventually, but would everyone...?

But even through the unpleasant mental image - of someone like Sans or Dr. Alphys choosing to languish in the mud - he doesn't miss everything the cyborg alien(?) says. He's happy to drop it, in favor of the notion of the mysteries of the afterlife.]

I'm... sure I can do a calm and reasonable introduction with everyone, no matter how they react. [Time as ambassador has at least somewhat practiced him in it.] But what's this about, our situation? This afterlife travel troupe... is also a scavenger hunt?