Rarity has gone very, very quiet. She's just been told her soul is corrupted, along with those of all of the friends she made at Virgo and Pride, and that Greg is too far gone to be fixed. She is not handling it well, but she is handling it quietly.

Until Sans shows up, angry. Oh, no. You do not take this sort of thing out on your friends. "Sans," she says, voice quiet but firm, meeting his eye. "Don't."