Sans frowns, forced to admit that the quick flash of Hands is... sheer gibberish, for all it itched something familiar at the back of his skull.

"Heh... great. That's what I thought." He runs a hand down his face, chuckling. "Guess they didn't remember every piece of me when they brought me back to life."

He holds up his hands again, gesturing with them like a particular lazy jazz dancer.

"It seems I've lost the touch."