Sawyer looked up at the man and squinted over raging sand; the prospect of the featureless man was strange to say the least, but Sawyer had most definitely seen stranger. He shook his head slightly as the man offered a drink. He was thirsty but never was one to accept charity. "No thank you, but I feel humbled by the offer. Wanna take a seat?" Sawyer patted the driftwood he sat on, taking a drag from his recently-lit cigar.