[Oh. People use this thing. He clambers out, surprisingly gracefully for a man that looks like his outfit has gone through a rototiller and been spat back out, but he seems none too apologetic.]

Didn't see a sign or something saying it was yours, so I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to do whatever I want.

[Even if it was yours, Toriel, he'd be here anyway.]

Besides, it's important to... know your surroundings, or, something.

[Now he's definitely just making shit up.]