"The... report?" Papyrus echoes, a little shifty as he tries to guess what she means without letting on that he's guessing. If she's injured or sick too, it's hardly the time to let her down by not knowing what she means.

"I saw a few reports. About mind control, and making people forget, and refugees? And SQUIP doing some terrible things."

He briefly skimmed most of the communications sent about while he was sick, but only retained bits and pieces of them. And after so long lying in bed, he hasn't wanted to just sit around reading the archive. He'll get to it. Eventually.