"I'm pretty sure I didn't ask for your opinion, darling~," Luce coos back in a singsong voice, even as her legs shake as she tries to evade any gaping cracks that are too large for comfort. Honestly. Blanche getting involved makes things so much more difficult.... And she's worried for Sans.

Gotta think quick, gotta think quick...

He doesn't see me as a threat just yet she mentally whispers to the two, hoping that it stays that way. I'll try and play at distraction, Doctor, figure out a way to help Sans out!

And Luce... Luce keeps singing. She just changes her tune as she starts to stride calmly up to the stage.

"♪ The race is on to get out of the bottom,
The top is so high so your roots are forgotten,
Giving is good as long as you're getting,
What's driving you is ambition and betting ♪"

Anger, this time. She concentrates every bit of it into her Flame, into her voice, trying to will Greg into feeling it all too. The anger at Blanche for disrupting and tearing apart their lives, the bitterness that he used them as pawns, the feeling of being strapped in and torn apart and so upset that she couldn't do anything to help her friends...

"♪ I said
Who do you think you are? ♪"