[ The way he talks about strength resonates with Ramir. For Undyne it had been apparently pretty normal, not really something all that strange, not even when Ramir had (just barely) won. Shizuo sounds more like Ramir would have before getting here and running into the stiffer competition. Her grin simmers down into just a fond smile, and she pats the mostly intact bench next to her to invite him to a seat. ]

Same. [ Well, that's not quite accurate. ] I mean — I think my grandma could do the same thing? Maybe. She's dead now, back home, so who knows.

[ (If she says it light like that, he'll probably think she's just fine with that little fact. That's something she's not getting into with a brand new friend.) ]

Were you always strong, or did you get it somewhere?