We were intending to do some training, but we didn't intend to run into... that situation.

[To run into a situation where Bailey would have to watch Red Wine fight for his life. Where they would have to see... everything that had happened that night. Red Wine hadn't enjoyed it either, but a lifetime fighting Fallen Angels had at least prepared him to not panic in the face of combat.]

You weren't exactly looking your best. [He comments wryly, one corner of his mouth tipping up in a small smirk. Sorry, Mettaton, but he's definitely seen you looking better.]

How are you feeling now?