"Well, looks like you didn't go running out into the street in your pajamas, so you can't be doing worse than a 7 out of 10." Sans walks to the kitchen like he owns the place, deciding that he definitely does need to steal something to eat if he's going to deal with this in the morning. But he never quite takes his eyes off the new guy. "Welcome to Sweetwater, Maryland. People just show up here sometimes, apparently."