[His expressions are harder to read like this; all bone and no skin, twitching in subtle ways that Fugo isn't familiar with. Fugo frowns briefly, eyes tracking the chocolate wrapper as it drops to the floor. The whole mall is a mess, and yet. And yet, that one little piece of extra trash calls up a distant, yet very distinct, sense of annoyance.]

No, I don't. In the meantime I've been canvassing the stores and running supplies to the places I know where the civilians are hiding out. Medical supplies and things.

[So, if you're up for a lot of running around, Sans..........]