Times seems to appreciate it, leaning into to the pets. With Sans back, and conscious, there is less to be constantly defensive about, though Sans mental state is hard to miss for a familiar. Just after Sans manages to pull on his shorts, Times crawls right into his lap, which is a bit awkward since Sans is small and Times is a big dog.

Sans doesn't push them off, though. He stays quiet for a while, thinking that over. It's not like Mari is one of the people he be most worried about being lost in a foreign environment, but... The feeling is weird and unwelcome.

"Right," is all he manages. It's hard not to revisit the humiliation of the way they'd found him, over and over in his head. He doesn't look at Papyrus either.

"Thanks for coming to get us," he adds after a delay. It feels obligatory. "That... was bad."

He's too shellshocked to know how to add any humor to this.