"Well, then you can't dodge forever." Any sympathy he might've once felt for the guy has all but evaporated. Sans is just too damn mysterious for his own good, which puts him, oh yeah - right at the top of Alex's list of suspects for people who might be reporting to the Queen on the sly. He fits the profile perfectly: been here for some time, knows everybody, externally looks harmless, but there's gotta be more to him than he lets on.

Alex folds his arms, forgetting for a moment that a man in a shitty dollar-store skeleton costume is probably the least intimidating thing on the planet. Whatever, though. Whatever.

"Whatever your deal is, I'm gonna figure it out."