Mayor Karst will welcome Sans into her office with a friendly smile. She apologizes for any wait he's had to deal with; things that have been going on recently have kept her quite busy. It's readable on her face that she's a bit distracted, but she'll answer his questions to the best of her ability anyway. She doesn't seem fazed by his appearance.
As Sans speaks, she plays with her pen, clicking it with her thumb. Occasionally, she scribbles her signature on a sheet of paper and puts it into her outbox. She keeps eye contact, though -- with the pair of eye sockets on his face, anyway.
Once he's finished explaining the reason for his visit, she'll speak, putting her pen down.
"First of all, let me tell you how sorry I am for what happened to you and your brother. I hate to hear about anyone in my city getting hurt. I have to ask that the two of you don't go into unauthorized zones again; things have been getting more dangerous recently with, well, everything that's been going on."
Her smile seems a bit tight around the edges.
"Falling out of the sky, well... We've always had--" She catches herself before she can say "bad air." "--a bit of a problem with people flying over the canyon. Makes radar go all crazy. Flight navigation systems don't work right in the airspace above us. The rest of the US has designated us a no-fly zone for that reason. Too many crashes, too many... Well."
She takes in a breath, forces her smile to be a little bit wider.
"I wish I had a better explanation for you, but to be honest, all of that stuff goes right over my head. All we have down here are, well, legends and stories." She laughs a little. "Certainly nothing backed up by scientific fact. But you know how superstitious people can be. As for the tunnel..."
Her smile fades, and she gets a bit more serious.
"We suspect a gas leak. What my sources are saying, maybe there's something in the gas that, well, that triggers whatever's transforming people? It would certainly explain the headaches and the... um..." Her brow pinches as she frowns. "...hallucinations. Honestly, Sans, we're still looking into it. Your guess is, unfortunately, as good as mine."
As she wraps up, her smile comes back, though it's apparent that she hasn't said nearly as much as she knows. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?"
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As Sans speaks, she plays with her pen, clicking it with her thumb. Occasionally, she scribbles her signature on a sheet of paper and puts it into her outbox. She keeps eye contact, though -- with the pair of eye sockets on his face, anyway.
Once he's finished explaining the reason for his visit, she'll speak, putting her pen down.
"First of all, let me tell you how sorry I am for what happened to you and your brother. I hate to hear about anyone in my city getting hurt. I have to ask that the two of you don't go into unauthorized zones again; things have been getting more dangerous recently with, well, everything that's been going on."
Her smile seems a bit tight around the edges.
"Falling out of the sky, well... We've always had--" She catches herself before she can say "bad air." "--a bit of a problem with people flying over the canyon. Makes radar go all crazy. Flight navigation systems don't work right in the airspace above us. The rest of the US has designated us a no-fly zone for that reason. Too many crashes, too many... Well."
She takes in a breath, forces her smile to be a little bit wider.
"I wish I had a better explanation for you, but to be honest, all of that stuff goes right over my head. All we have down here are, well, legends and stories." She laughs a little. "Certainly nothing backed up by scientific fact. But you know how superstitious people can be. As for the tunnel..."
Her smile fades, and she gets a bit more serious.
"We suspect a gas leak. What my sources are saying, maybe there's something in the gas that, well, that triggers whatever's transforming people? It would certainly explain the headaches and the... um..." Her brow pinches as she frowns. "...hallucinations. Honestly, Sans, we're still looking into it. Your guess is, unfortunately, as good as mine."
As she wraps up, her smile comes back, though it's apparent that she hasn't said nearly as much as she knows. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?"