Something about the question makes Sans laugh, though not for reasons clear even to himself.

"Depends on what you mean by broken." He flicks at his own nose, wincing at the uncomfortable sensation of physical pain. Monsters could hurt, of course, and did so often. Still, there was something tangible and uncomfortable present about flesh wounds. Hefting himself down into one of the beds, he makes a halfhearted attempt at cleaning his face with the sleeve of his jacket. "Lost a fight earlier."