[Mettaton snorts at the suggestion that it might target him, the corner of his lip turning up.]

Me...? My my. I couldn't blame anyone for fixating on me. It would hardly be the first time I was pursued so desperately... Although. Maybe not by an undefinable creature that killed an entire ship. ...

[He's still treating it lightly, but maybe he's staring off and past the camera now that the consideration's settling in.]

You suggest staying on the defense... But how do you imagine preparing for a threat like this one? Do we have any understanding of its motivations? As far as I'm concerned, we're all woefully stripped of our natural powers, but expected to defend ourselves against the unknown. So...?