With Yuya listening in, Sans has been taking a moment to answer his radio. This looks kind of ridiculous, because it mostly amounts to this huge skeletal beast floating a tiny radio next to their head and gingerly pressing in the button with their claw.

"Uhhh... Hello to anyone who can hear this, this is Papyrus, and we have reached... The Target. Ringmaster, we're going to try moving it, and... somebody here has a request!"

"Nice," Sans says from his side of the radio. He glances around at the captives that have been let loose - it seems like they've got just about all of them. "Things are close to wrapping up down here. Probably." He glances at Yuya. "Bad news... no sign of the carnival captives so far."

It's a couple minutes later before Sans is back at the radio again.

"Well, since you're answering... Sans? We've made some friends, here, kind of. They might be able to help. Hold on a minute! Excuse me, Mr. Architect Wolf, do you know where captives are held?"

Sans looks over at Shura, giving her a big doggy shrug. Looks like they might have a lead, here. A different voice is on the radio now, ostensibly said 'wolf':

"The holding cells should have been down near where the garden was... were they not there?"

"There you have it!"

Sans's seven eyes narrow warily. That's not good, because Yuya saw what looked like holding cells, and the prisoners super weren't there.