"If we are surrounded," Sans says with a sort of weary acceptance that this is just his lot in life, "that would be a really bad way to end the day. I'm just gonna put that out there."

And he kinda hates to say it but - well, if he can get them both outta here, he will. If he can't?

He, uh.

Well, he already knows he's a selfish ass. He'll save his own lack of skin before anyone else's. Rey's capable, she's competent. She can handle herself. He can't really afford to see if he can.