"In this economy? Please." Or in this lack of one, more like. He flicks a pebble off the surface of his makeshift vendor with the tip of one phalanx and watches it skitter across the cave floor.

But the groan, the apparent discomfort as Nagato hauls himself over to his impromptu seating, don't escape Sans's notice. He watches him silently for a moment with his sockets at half-mast before he eventually rumbles out -

"You doin' all right there, buddo? You look like you're havin' trouble."