[Honestly, he could be the reclaimer with the most knowledge of this sort of thing, not that he'll ever admit it. Sans doesn't know how to feel about being relied on like that, except that he doesn't think he's particularly reliable.]
Well, I ain't goin' anywhere for a little while longer. [Wink.]
[She feels so tired--like someone's hollowed her out with an ice cream scoop. This was an impossibly difficult conversation, and she's going to have to have it all over again with Lucretia. The bags under her eyes have gotten puffy from being agitated, and her head hurts, and she still feels vaguely sick to her stomach. Really, she kind of just wants to lay down and sleep for three days. There's not much more she can do about it now.
So she does what she does best; pulls a bottle down off her shelf and cracks a joke for Sans's sake.] Yeah, you look like you're stuck in that bed for a while, ehehe.
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Well, I ain't goin' anywhere for a little while longer. [Wink.]
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So she does what she does best; pulls a bottle down off her shelf and cracks a joke for Sans's sake.] Yeah, you look like you're stuck in that bed for a while, ehehe.