Of course you would forget... Mira, so wrapped up in the affairs of all else around her, neglects herself. A headline that could scarcely surprise! No worries. Let the robot divine your organic needs...

[He says it as a playful taunt, patting Mira atop her head with his free hand, as he is wont to do with all humans who are shorter than he. Spoilers: most all humans are shorter than him.

It's fortunate, he supposes, that nothing worse came of this encounter. That dragging her here didn't seem to have any ill outcome, that he didn't lose himself to madness, that she was able to stop him as gently as she did. That he didn't have to think any more about what happened Underground — something he just doesn't want to consider.

This would be a pleasant way to distract. Mettaton's not only good at distractions, but he favors them from time to time.]