"It's just a streak of bad luck," Rarity says reassuringly, as though Papyrus losing every game of Uno their group has played in the past hour is no big deal. (It isn't to her - she has several victories under her metaphorical belt at this point - but it might be to Papyrus.) "Don't worry - I'm certain it will pass." She lays down one of the cards in her hand and smiles at the last remaining card she's holding. "Uno!"

The door opening does not go unnoticed - she's been terrified recently that someone would find her, and so of course she's aware of anyone coming in. What's odd is J's demeanor - she doesn't think she's ever seen him like this. "Are you alright?"