Glitching out like the electronics were shutting off, huh. [It's more rhetorical than a question or an invitation for Sans to wince or apologize, because clearly Sans thought he was being clever and that all the safety measures he might need were working, no need to inspect any of it, etc etc.

For a scientist, Sans really is getting too much spacey optimism in his head. It's not religion exactly, but it's magical-thinking in the way of humans who don't have magic and figure it just solves problems for them. Not that technology promises solutions for something that drips on machines and turns them to skin, or abruptly drains the charge from them...]

Well, now you know! So, if you really have to go. Visiting? For some reason?? Tell someon-no, actually, tell multiple someones. Different people, different places. Leave me a message, at least. And charge your phone now? [He digs in that space cleared for the cords, and grabs two that seem likely to be a fit for the phone, holding it out at Sans like he's not taking no for an answer. He's angry and afraid, but helping, not going anywhere.]