He appreciates the gesture, at least. He manages to pull some clothes on fairly easily now that he's a bit more relaxed - he stuffs a pair of jeans over the sweatpants and rolls up the cuffs.

Even with clothes on, he still feels so exposed, like he's vulnerable in this body in a way he hadn't been before. It's a weird feeling, and more than a little bit uncomfortable. This should be normal to him, shouldn't it?

He doesn't know what he's supposed to be anymore.

He wraps the scarf around his face and the pulls up his hood. He looks sort of like a vagrant, but that's pretty normal as far as Sans is concerned. He shrugs his shoulders.

"So. Whaddya think?"