Get out is the first response that comes to mind when Rey first notices the slumbering skeleton setting up house at the bar. While a few others she has been more easy (if not begrudgingly) to forgive and forget, she finds herself struggling with how willfullying prying Sans had been the last they spoke.

Everyone is tired, though. She knows that. Part of her can at least ease into the smug satisfaction that Love's grand return had been cut short, thanks to Fear's fuckup, so at least she has that.

Thanks, Fear.

After arranging some strange animal heads on top of bottles on the wall, Sans snaps awake in a rather familiar fashion.

"There a reason why you're napping here?" A brow raises, and she's not stewing in mystery over what's causing the skeleton trouble. Hey, who is she to judge on uncomfortable sleeping positions? Rey could sleep standing up if she needs to. She just wishes he'd do it somewhere else.