"Hey, Peridot," Sans says, becoming physical again and bringing out his scythe. He says it like it's the most casual thing in the world as the two of them group around Lambert's radiating form. Memories have seeped in beyond his notice, and suddenly she's more than an acquaintances sister. She's a coworker. A fellow supervisor. Maybe even a friend?

"Looks like it's up to us to watch your bro's back - guy's got a one track mind," he says. He swipes his spear through the crows that are diving for Lambert in particular, pushing them back with an aura of angelic radiance. "You got this?" he asks her.