Huh. That's true. You could skate on it. People like skating, right?

[Whatever. The concern passes her by pretty quickly. She drifts, sort of nebulously and without any appearance of effort, towards Sans.]

Hey, you're Sans, right? You figured some stuff out for us earlier. [Us? Sans could ask, or he could just look again like he did before. The same sense is there now: a matryoshka of one heart held within a larger one. She contains multitudes, or at least two.]

Hey, do you — there was somebody here before, I know you have questions, sure, but first answer this for me: have you seen Lion?