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[shotomgwtfbear]

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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[his_plusone]

She tips her head at the man and offers a congenial smile.

"Welcome to civilization then. Who's Locke?"

[shotomgwtfbear]

Sawyer rolls his eyes. "Who, Mr. Clean? He's a bald guy with a case full of knives and a holier-than-thou attitude to boot. Thinks he knows everything 'bout the island we were on, when he actually knew nothin' at all."

"Sawyer, by the way," he moves as if to offer a hand, but thinks better of it, as it's covered in dirt.

[his_plusone]

"Well. There's no Locke here." She promises. "This is the Hotel, and it's pretty easy to understand. And the beach isn't that bad either."

"Rose." And she offers her hand anyways. "Rose Tyler."

[shotomgwtfbear]

"I'm still not quite convinced this ain't a hallucination, since I just saw someone who's s'posed to be long dead," he shakes her hand, eyeing her up a little, "but it's already a hell of a lot better than where I used to be. It's nice to meet you, Rose."

[his_plusone]

"If it's a hallucination? It's a pretty good one. Friend that I thought that I was lost from forever is here. It happens about here...this place doesn't seem to be bound by any sort of space and time, ya know?"

She tips her head, smiles softly. "You too, Sawyer."

[shotomgwtfbear]

"Huh. Well, as long as this hotel's got beds, which I'm guessing it does, I'll be the happiest man in the world. Haven't slept in a proper bed in 3 months."