It throws him off to see so many things pop up within the visor but he's soaking it in the best he can. This is something he'll simply have to fiddle with later at night when his mind isn't running a million miles an hour and distracting him.

"I can agree with that," he says to Sans' declaration of showers. They sounded wonderful right now along with any type of food he could get his hands on, free or otherwise. His eyes flick over towards Rita and where she's holding her hand. He had been so caught up in working he hadn't really taken in anyone else really.

"Is nightime the same?" To which he means a locked in curfew with a forced sleep.