His eyes haze over for a moment as he forgets what is going on. Those words are too familiar for his own mind and he has to close them just to block out the sight. He remembers how much his brain rationalized everything to a near impossibility. He didn't believe a word anyone said and when his own convictions had been called into question he had been angry.

Now that Sans was cozy as he could be he'll run his hand up to scratch at the back of his shoulder blades. The wings may be small but they felt heavy for not just the new physical weight.

He snorts at the horrible joke on the woman's part and he'll look up at her again. She's gone through some changes if she is in fact a carnival member but that was a bit extreme. His information gathering mind was already considering the possibilities.

"The Prince has taken his name. Over time with extreme methods of starvation, poison and lack of sleep it becomes easier to lose yourself. He likely took it if I cannot remember his name."

But as not to be rude and talking about said skeleton right in front of him, "You won't be alone. There are others already working to save everyone else. For now we'll get you somewhere to rest, eat and worry less." Regardless he'll just keep occasionally repeating, "None of us here are going to hurt you."