Unfortunately, this perception train goes both ways. Sans is cursing himself already for the flinch. Regardless of whatever dangerous determined powers this woman had, she wasn't using it against him. Just to protect herself, nothing more.

Sans couldn't fault anyone for that, especially considering the static hum of his blaster still rung in his skull like the reverberations of a gong.

"I--yeah." No use in denying it. He remembered their disco fries conversation from earlier in the month. She already knew the answer before she asked the question. "Yeah, and I'm guessing you did too?"