Toriel was standing, in front, of the door, noticing the dust, on Frisk's clothes. "Do you ever think, even the worst person, can change?! That, anyone, could be a good person, if they just try?!" Toriel said, directly quoting Sans, himself. "Sans asked that, so many times, and yet, ya NEVER, gave a damn straight answer!! Why is that?!" Toriel said, dropping her previous motherly demeanor, as if, it was a facade, hiding, a different, more sarcastic, bitter, and rage-driven, version, of herself.