Maybe it was just intended as jest. Sounded like it, anyway, with the smile practically in her voice and sounding so much like Ana Lucia that Sawyer wanted to pound something. But it rubbed him in just enough of the wrong way — because it wasn't adorable or sweet, any of it. Maybe he made a piss poor excuse for a law-abiding citizen, but it wasn't a joke. Not his efforts, nor what would happen if he slid back.

So he drained his drink, and started to move to leave. And that, if anything, made him feel a lot older than he was before he landed on the Island.

"Close my tab," he told the tender, waiting for his card back. "Guess I'll leave while I'm still ahead and sweet. Hope you find your job, though. Somethin' to keep you busy in the midst of all this hell."