Getting some honest to goodness education aboard the Moira was astonishingly slim, despite all the recent bids towards organizing classes. Sans could appreciate their efforts, but balked at the idea of actually taking one. Self-imposed learning, that was really more his speed.

The museum's near-emptiness is just an added bonus. Of course, it makes any words spoken echo from one end of the building to the other, and the ghostly traces of so cool reach his skull in short order.

Speaking of short.

"So whaddya think?" Sans asked, appearing behind them seemingly instantly. Seemingly.