The skeleton looks down from the bed and catches that hint of pink. So that's what he looks like, huh? Well, part of it. Regardless, Sans did his job.

"Plan B, buddy. I turned off your Japanese. I probably bought you... what?" He glances back to the screen. "I'm guessin' a couple hours of juice so far?"

Sans could do more than guess if he let his body reboot or... well, whatever he does to turn on. Alphys and Mettaton would know better. First, though, he wants to convince the other to let him fangle around some more.