"Aw, Zaka's was bigger," comes a familiar British voice to replace the one that's sort of passed out in the bleachers. It's Joker, five minutes late with Starbucks.

Or he wishes. Or anything, really, besides feeling full of aches and existential crisis.

Landing down, because of course he flew, Joker glances over everybody. "Well, if Sans is here ta take care of things, I suppose that's that." He nods his head to the other supervisor, totally pretending right now that they weren't at all awkwardly existing in the same area in another life. "I wouldn't worry about it, all of ya. Now, who needs help gettin' dragged ta the medical tent?"