[Before Mettaton can reply next, his heel makes a harsh sound like metal against metal as he fails to lift it with his next step and instead drags it against the floor. He smiles wryly at the discordant noise. Stupid water.]

...Ha. Yes. More elaboration on her part would have been... appreciated. [With a darker edge, he adds:] And a bit more discretion. Such as placing robots in places without water pouring from the ceiling. We should be given a more thorough run-down before being sent off. I'm a master at improvising... but I can't say the same for everyone.

[And this isn't theater. This is the livelihood of another world.]