She almost laughs at the question, but stops herself. What escapes is a slightly choked noise, only vaguely similar to a laugh.

"I'm better than I was," she tells him and that is the honest truth. Seeing Sans again, the real Sans eases something painful in her chest. She's not sure she wants to tell him what she's seeing. Not-Sans is alternating between snarling and sneering, still looking disturbingly solid. "Who knows, I might actually sleep now."