"Like little men are using little hammers up and down my parietal," Sans commented mildly. It was sort of nice, falling into an easy conversation after so many... profoundly difficult ones.

It's with a certain curious apprehension that he follows behind Niko. Part of him wanted the guy to get to the point, another part hoped they'd never actual reach their destination. No such luck on the latter.

"So..." The large doors shuttering open to reveal a warehouse of crates and vehicles. "What's up?"