Taking the kid to a theme park wouldn't have been a bad idea. Sans thought about it. At the same time, though, he had a feeling he needed to handle this on his own. If anything, he could have told Frisk to stay in their room, but... they're too curious for their own good. Sans'll just convince Mettaton they deserve a vacation later.

"Ah."

Good to know where Papyrus was. He holds his hands up.

"Right. Sorry. Not used to this kind of thing." Which is true. Sans knew the basics of how ghosts and corporeals worked, partly through Mad Dummy on his occasional trips to Undyne's house, but that was about it. For now, he makes it obvious that he's not going to peek by keeping his hands to himself.

He WAS quick on the draw, but he didn't plan on it and Mettaton wouldn't know that anyway -- unless he ever watched the brothers practice-fight before. Anyway. Mettaton knows he knows, so they can skip the details.

"Yeah... I had a feeling. So what's the problem?" He looks to Mettaton's body. "Body busted?"