[The glass looks pretty solid, like the kind of glass you might find in a laboratory observation window. The hazmat suit is similarly thick; it's a good thing it was, because that meant it took the brunt of the glass. The largest, most dangerous-looking shards are still stuck in it. With a close enough observation, there's signs of faintly-glowing liquid inside the suit. Not a lot, but Sans was definitely inside it when the glass hit the suit.
Sans is still shirtless. His glow is brighter than usual. More notably is the way his soul is literally shivering inside his ribcage, though it's just as intact as it was the last time Papyrus saw it.]
I, uh... [Sans starts, and that kind of hesitation when he's usually so good with his words probably says something on its own.] It talked to me. Knew my name. We had a conversation.
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Sans is still shirtless. His glow is brighter than usual. More notably is the way his soul is literally shivering inside his ribcage, though it's just as intact as it was the last time Papyrus saw it.]
I, uh... [Sans starts, and that kind of hesitation when he's usually so good with his words probably says something on its own.] It talked to me. Knew my name. We had a conversation.