That. That very much isn't an answer they want to hear. This is a Sans, they're sure, but he doesn't know who he is, he doesn't look like a Sans, and he's from a lab.

Like an Amalgamate more than Sans-Serif.

(They've seen Snowdrake's mother around. Haven't got to see her properly; she's surprisingly good at disappearing.)

"...well. This place is better than a lab." He might notice Frisk's voice has the slightest edge of anger to it, now. They shove it away. "By a lot. Other monsters made of bones, too, even if they're smaller, they're all pretty great too. And I can show you around and stuff, if you want me to...or sometime," they add, since they see he's clearly tired.