Hey. [Sans offers a lazy handshake, not objecting to being introduced by someone else. Easier, really; Sans is exhausted. It shows in the growing dark circles under his eyes. Doesn't show in how he's acting, though, which is to say he's remained lackadaisical and surprisingly unruffled by the horrifying circumstances around him. It's getting easier to manage the extra muscles and twitches of his human face.

Maureen's entrance into the fort is, ultimately, better than a lot of other options. She's not one of those mannequins. She's willing to work on something practical. Even if somewhere in his gut he still feels some cold wariness at strange humans, he can ignore it. Sokka's got plenty of fighting experience, apparently, but these mannequins aren't alive in any traditional sense. Reminds him a little of a ghost-possessed dummy back home, except you could talk to the ghosts.]

Yeah, there's gotta be plenty of back rooms somewhere for a building this big. Good place to put the pipes so the customers don't do anything weird. [You know, like planning to find them and open them up to get some water without having to navigate a tiny, mannequin-infested bathroom. For all the lack of food and water--especially the water--is wearing on Sans, he looks surprisingly focused.] And hey, maybe someone left some snacks in the break room.