"Unfortunately." Sans sighs, finally getting to his feet. "No. I'm not."

Not for work in the traditional sense, of course, but work all the same. Sans looks down the hall in the vague direction of Miles' office. Lara's determination was always something Sans was all too aware of, pulsating in here even when she was at her weakest. It's a dim theory, but one he'd have to test with yet another determined individual.

He looks back to Lara, trying for sheepish and comically bashful and landing closer to just... tired.

"Meet up later when I'm done?"