Whether or not he can or not isn't answered; Sans would take a bottle of motor oil from her at this point. Most of the contents of his swig winds up on the front of his uniform, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Pfft, what?" He snorts, handing the bottle back. "Welp, alright."

Pulling up his MID, he's already half laughing as he navigates to Ratchet's inbox.

"Hey, uh, Ratch?" Keeping a straight face is one of his best talents, and he somehow manages to keep himself sounding mostly normal. Whether Alice and her clinking bottle is as talented in that regard remains to be seen. "I've got something really important to tell you. Can you meet me in the showers up on Mero? I'll uh, be...?"

He shoots Alice a look, nonverbally asking am I supposed to be taking a shower in this scenario?