It's not surprising to be asked the question. After all, Sans still has his wrists and neck wrapped up in bandages, the bones that escape the fabric still tinged a sickly blue, like bruises. Of course, he's not expecting to see Elsa period, so her suddenly being there causes his brain to sputter out momentarily.

Being looked at by someone he knows, but that still hadn't know about this, manages to make him feel overly exposed all over again.

"Hey Elsa," he says, trying to keep it level, though his voice wavers slightly anyway. "Been a hell of a week."