Sans had stepped out of Grillby's for a smoke. He didn't seem to be paying much attention to his surroundings as he seemed to be deep in thought.

Though, something— or someone had caught his attention. He dropped the cig onto the snow as he advances towards the unfamiliar face.

"Oi... I've never seen ye here before. Who're ya?" Sans spoke with his deep voice that had a Boston-like accent.