"Well that's a very black and white way of looking at it." She'd rather laugh, true, but not at someone else's expense.

Rarity finishes her cup of tea and sets it down. She's going to need another one at this rate, but if she gets up again, she's not sure Sans will still be here when she gets back. Her voice is quiet when she replies. "I'm not clueless, believe it or not. I'm also not the one talking about sensitive material in public." She's spoken with more than one person about it, and even if she hadn't, it would be very difficult to miss the fact that things around here are very wrong.