"Certainly not a problem if I did," he mumbles, a bit more light-heartedly, as he finds the mailbox with a deliberately wide swing of his cane (so it's a good thing Sans gave him some clearance), and uses that to find the path to the front door.

And when he does find the door - it's unlocked, which has a sigh of relief escaping under his breath, as he opens it further to let Sans in after him. Their loungerooms really do look almost identical, in that generic stock video-game textures cookie-cuttee suburbia way, but Arthur's has that signature piano against the opposite wall, sitting in just the right way that if he plays, there's a perfect audience view from the window.

"As far as I can tell, we're more or less safe inside," he says, abandoning the cane by the door - but still walking with his left hand outstretched, unfamiliar with the landscape yet. "Seeing as the people I woke up with didn't have a clue what was happening either."