[He nods, though Sans can't see it. The aggressive edge leaves the conversation, but in it's place is a sense of melancholy Psi would rather avoid.]

Good.

[He nods again, struggling to find something else to say.]

I figured maybe there could be a meeting spot, for people who can't defend themselves? We could have some of the tougher guys head there to protect them.

Or something.

[This isn't his job, he doesn't want to step on any toes, but he needs to do something to stop from thinking over this whole mess.]