[He knows Kate, yeah, but she hadn't given him any names. If he'd known the guards kept paper notes of these sorts of things, he would've popped down to the central headquarters a whole lot sooner, just to get his phalanges on those notes firsthand. Not for nothin', but he's a general fan of cuttin' out the middle man, so to speak, and headin' right to the chase.
Still, it ain't like Undyne kept real organized records back in the Underground. But Undyne don't run this guard.]
Name sounds familiar. [Yeah, he thinks he remembers the guy. After the initial panic about "undeads," he'd been quite the wordsmith.]
[A little bit more paper shuffling, and what sounds like a drawer being closed.]
I'll stop chewing your ear off now, [not that Sans has them] but thanks again. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you or that brother of yours.
[Or, you know, anyone else. Nick likes to help where he can. Every little bit helps make this place more tolerable.]
Hey, don't worry about it. I don't even have ears.
[The obvious joke, but he's always been a fan of those. To no one's surprise, he's sure.]
And, uh, no problem. Can't say I'm any good in a fight, but if there's anything I can do for you guys... [He lets the sentence fall where it may, leavin' Nick free to derive what he will from it.] Well, like I said. You do good work 'round here.
[voice]
Still, it ain't like Undyne kept real organized records back in the Underground. But Undyne don't run this guard.]
Name sounds familiar. [Yeah, he thinks he remembers the guy. After the initial panic about "undeads," he'd been quite the wordsmith.]
Thanks. I'll look him up.
[voice]
[A little bit more paper shuffling, and what sounds like a drawer being closed.]
I'll stop chewing your ear off now, [not that Sans has them] but thanks again. Let me know if there's anything I can do for you or that brother of yours.
[Or, you know, anyone else. Nick likes to help where he can. Every little bit helps make this place more tolerable.]
[voice]
[The obvious joke, but he's always been a fan of those. To no one's surprise, he's sure.]
And, uh, no problem. Can't say I'm any good in a fight, but if there's anything I can do for you guys... [He lets the sentence fall where it may, leavin' Nick free to derive what he will from it.] Well, like I said. You do good work 'round here.
[voice]
[And with that, he hangs up with a click. He'll check in again at some point, Sans. That's just how he does.]