Sans raises a brow bone. It's a little more expressive than Lara would have ever seen him, even during the most hectic of their experiences together.

But hey, if charades are on the table, Sans certainly didn't intend to come in last place.

He shrugs, rolling his shoulder blades thoughtfully until finally responding. He gestured to himself, shook his head, and then lay a finger alongside his nasal bone. Or, in this case, his know-se.

I don't know, think they'll fix it?