Wherever they are, Sans can't get out of it. [ Lambert snaps, baring teeth right back, but though smoke's curling from his lips, he manages to keep his voice taut and controlled. The implications of that are hopefully understood without him having to outline it.

He won't address the Ringmaster part, because he's pretty sure he already knows the answer to that. And because he already heard her all but admit she wouldn't be a match for the Prince in a fight ... doesn't seem the wisest thing to share at the moment. But surveillance? That could be useful. He'll say as much when he calms down and they're not counting down the minutes -- seconds -- until someone comes looking for them. ]

We don't have time to fight about this. [ He's already said more than he meant to. ] We all signed up for our jobs. Are we going to do them or not?