[Papyrus considers, casting his mind back through comments he's heard since coming in... Then tilts his head, for the curious way that the volume of different sounds changes with where his ears are, and listens more carefully to the repeating broadcast.]

No... I don't think they said. [Or, if they did say, it was a location he didn't recognize, and so forgot.]

So that sounds like a great plan. Better than asking anyone around here! I asked about puzzles, and that police chief just pointed me to some toys. [Here, an eyeroll and grumble. Whether it was confusion or deflection, he's still not sure. And the people who are openly weeping or trembling are, he suspects, not the best sources of tactical information. At least Sans is coming up with ideas, that's reassuring to hear.

He offers as concession:] But, if hitting the unfamiliar books is a pain... We could always talk up a librarian.