Peter would like to think he's faster than the news that traveled the ship, but some loops he always seemed to be firmly kept out of. But he hadn't heard Sans was back yet, maybe because his attention had been on the fiery redhead from his future and the rules changes and the things from last month he was trying very hard not to think about.

But he knows now. Mostly because the a skeleton wandering the halls was a little hard to miss.

"You sure took your sweet time," he mutters, suddenly on the other side of the trash pile. He kicks at something that looks particularly gray and gooey, making a face when it sticks to his boot. "Did you have a nice ice nap? Personally I found the whole floating naked in the cold a little uncomfortable."