[By now she probably knows about Sans, at least a little bit - maybe she's seen him sleeping in his lawn chair, or standing around looking ominous in the evening. He's not generally the most forward, though, so this could be the first time they're appearing. He shows up without much fanfare, and drops what remains of a hooded coat onto her work table. It looks like it's been both shredded and set on fire.]
Hey, buddy. I toasted my work coat so I need a new one.
[He's wearing a far less elegant replacement at the moment. It's best not to ask about it.]
TAILORS WORK
Hey, buddy. I toasted my work coat so I need a new one.
[He's wearing a far less elegant replacement at the moment. It's best not to ask about it.]
You're one of the new tailors, right?