Sans spends that whole minute just staring at her, waiting for her to complete her thought, since apparently, she's having a bit of a moment. He grins and shrugs a shoulder.

"Oh. Hey. Thought I lost you there for a minute," he says. "But, well... it's about as long as you wanna make it. The carnival recruits people from different universes. If you act quick, you can even ask the Ringmaster for something in exchange. One big magic favour per year of service."

His grin fades a little bit, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets, all seven pupils glancing off to the side.

"...'sides, the situation back home is more complicated than we thought. It might help to try looking at it from the outside for a while."