Oh, her. [Sans remembers the HOA woman's face, at least, though the actual citizens of this town all kind of blend together and he's been trying to keep his head down around them. Then Yuri speaks up, and Sans's face twitches back into a grin.] Well, I'm pretty sure this ain't an anime. [And also they're probably not in Japan, but Sans can only take so much tension before he starts trying to sublimate it into humor. It's enough relief for him to actually pick up the knife he's had his hand on this whole time and put it back in the box, at least.]

We can put her on the suspect list. ...D'you guys recognize your, uh, gifts? [Since Sans's is definitely from home, and that raises several more questions.]