[Cupping Roman's face in both of her hands, Jacky switches to rubbing his cheek bones, bringing forth more fog. Cor, she loves dogs. Even somewhat creepifying skeletal ones.

Smirking at Sans, she mimes locking her lips and pocketing the key.] Y'secret's safe with me, mate. Wouldn't want t'tarnish your image now, would we? Folk'd be liable to drop from shock!