"Name's Sans." He lets his hands ease back into his jacket pockets with a fluid shrug. He recognizes the kid well enough - he'd been one of his more enthusiastic audience members. Someone who laughs that hard at his jokes has gotta be all right, yeah?

"That's probably the most polite reaction I've ever gotten to this," Sans adds, low and amused, gesturing at the whole of himself with an all-encompassing, circular swirl of one hand. "Could ask you the same thing, pal."