[It's baffling to watch and feel, even after he gets the ticklish part shut down. (And flagged for maybe never turning back on, for any of him?) The wires have only so much range of motion, the better to not get pinched in the joint... But it's clear Sans is making little adjustments to reduce the chances of that. Maybe his brother's been reviewing some of the diagrams Papyrus has made of his body...? All of this doesn't completely end the excitement of the maze or surprised delight of Sans building things, but there's a confused watchfulness building as he keeps up the conversation, somewhat slowly.] Maybe the weird air's eating all the snow...? It didn't stop rain, but who knows! Crystals might have been the last straw.