Sans is one of those regulars that comes in and out multiple times a week, though most of the time he's at least had the decency to look like a human while doing it. Wearing a human guise is a casual habit that he doesn't put much thought into - at least until it occurs to him that someone can tell that he's something unusual. Back in the day that might have been a legitimate concern, but these days...

Well, it's mostly just kind of funny. Honestly, they are way freakier angels to lay eyes on than him, even if his skeletal familiarity makes it a bit too close to home.

Sans has left the cafe a bit early this time, mostly because one of the visitors has pinged his death senses. He doesn't know how exactly this old lady is going to bite it, but it seems fairly inevitable to his Sight. Maybe it will be something as straight forward as a stroke, or a heart attack. Maybe it could be a murder. He doesn't actually know until it happens. He hangs outside the cafe feeling unpleasantly sober until she makes her way out, casually following after her like it's no big deal.

And then the barista, Lambert, goes running out after her. His first wild assumption is that the guy's going to have something to do with her death, but then it doesn't seem to be going that way at all.

Sans lurks after them, not really sure what to make of it.