... Is he supposed to fill in something, here? Syrlya looks like he's waiting for something. After a moment of staring back, Lambert shrugs, shifting his weight.

"As far as I can tell, nobody really knows Sans that well. Naps a lot, keeps to himself mostly -- he'll call you 'pal,' but never says what's on his mind. Unless he's drunk." Which he wouldn't be, given the situation.

"If he doesn't want to deal with something, he can always just teleport out." A smirk, here. "And he'll take any chance he can get to make a pun. So I hope you've got a good sense of humor."