He's got a cocky sort of arrogance to him; the way he walks makes it seem like he thinks he rules the world, and he does think that, and on the island, at least, he ruled a little part of it. But this isn't the island
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He blinks for a moment, an equally shocked expression crossing his face before it returns to his usual passive expression. "...right. Definitely hallucinogens." He quirks an eyebrow. "So, zombie boy, got any wise words to tell me? Anything my subconscious is trying to let me know?"
"My subconscious ain't that intelligent, obviously." Sawyer's quirked eyebrow raises a little higher. "Unless you're tellin' me that this is all real and that you're somehow alive again?"
"Just you and me, far as I can tell." Boone pauses for a moment, then quirks an eyebrow. "So what happened? Did the hatch get opened?" What he really wants to know is if Shannon's okay, but he's being patient.
"Yeah, they got the hatch open. Turns out there was a guy living in there and then there was all this crap about punchin' in numbers. And then the hatch exploded. -- It's complicated."
Sawyer hesitates, probably realizing that this question was coming. Sadly, Sawyer is also the last person you want to hear about a death from, because what he lacks is tact. "Shannon's, er-- She--" He pauses. "Well. There was an accident, see, and she got shot. She's dead. ...sorry."
"..Sorry." Sawyer repeats, though it's more mumbled than anything. "But hey, buck up. There's probably a good chance she'll show her skinny little self here sometime soon."
Typist: *licks, pounces, and steals away*
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*flirts with the pretty typist?*
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