"M'fine, honest." And he meant it, but there was persistent breathlessness to his voice that even Sans was surprised by. "Worn out, but fine. I wasn't really expecting to be firing one of those off today."

Or ever again, period.

"It... that thing, it's just magic. One of my attacks." Different from almost all other monster magic, but Sans wasn't about to go into those details with anyone on the crew. Lara was different, of course, and he liked her. Unfortunately, that often translated to Sans wanting to tell her even less.

"Normally they don't just... appear like that. Guess I got spooked, heh."