Sans lets out a huff of equal parts amusement and irritation, and nods his agreement. "Baffling." He wishes he could say that it doesn't get any easier the longer you stay here, not really. You just get used to it, especially if you come from a place with a lot of baffling phenomena. But that's a few too many words.

He can still try to offer some reassurance, though, not least because this is one detail that Sans always views as eminently assuring. He rolls a little further onto his side, the better to stare up at the sky, and adds: "Nice, though. Safe." More or less. Certain humans would probably give her significantly less trouble than they'd give him.