Oh, thank god. Not having to convince Mettaton to do every little thing makes Sans' job a lot easier for his lazy ass. He shrugs, then cants his head further towards the open panel and properly gets to work.

"Yeah? What's she doing?"

He's got a feeling he's going to hear a very one-sided account of it, but he'll just ask Alphys about it later.

"... So I'm guessing you finally told Papyrus too."