For the barest of moments, Sans thinks it might be the Jasper aboard the same smallcraft ship he was jolted from. It takes him a second of pause, filtering out the distractions and reading her face. No immediate groaning, no half hearted swat in his direction, no recollection at all.

Not that it was anything new; if anything, the second chance at a terrible first impression was downright comforting in a sea of so much unfamiliar.

"Timeshare, like I said."