A mix of distress... and dramatics. Papyrus doesn't express emotions quietly or half-heartedly.

"Hmmm," he considers, pacing a little. "Nothing terribly unusual. I ate a quick lunch... one of those microwave meals. They are not as good as home cooking, but I was not in the mood to cook."

Which was, itself, slightly strange. But it wasn't like he had no appetite, it was just cooking that seemed unappealing. Too much effort, somehow.

"I read releases about the World Tour... Then started doing yoga? Going jogging, like this," he explains, gesturing at his skeletal face, "is a little hard here."