Sans quirks an imaginary eyebrow, looking more neutral than intimidated. Damn if this guy wasn't enormous, though. It's not hard to put two and two together and figure out what was going on.

Like how the other "him" must have run into him too. He must be okay if he ran away. Sans doesn't bother explaining it.

"Whatever you say, pal. I don't exactly got any meat on this bones, if that's what you're lookin' for."

He watches Croc prowl. Quiet for a moment. Finally:

"You've been busy, huh?"