"hehehe. yeah, who knows?" Sans shrugs expansively, perhaps a little too flippantly. There was an evil mastermind plotting two floors down, but hopefully he's been dealt with.

Then he remembers that he shouldn't be waving a knife around when a child is present. So he sticks it in his pocket, for lack of anywhere else to stick it. Precarious, but better than nothing.

"but hey, take it from me. not looking for trouble? great hobby. keep it up. i think it'll catch on." He offers Frisk a thumbs up. "so, uh, second question...you seen any other, uh, you's around lately? ones pretty specifically similar to you, i guess." Referring to their blessed lack of LV and EXP. "this one wears a scarf sometimes."