Really!

[She's done crying; she'll deal with her identity crisis when she's done solving Sans' motivation crisis.]

So you would rather sit here and wait until you can escape, and who cares about anyone else? It doesn't matter how many more people get kidnapped or fired, as long as you're alright? Why bother helping when you can simply take care of yourself?

[Boy, is it a good thing she put that pillow under the door, because she's heading towards top volume.]

And here I thought you were a friend!