A slight flash of amusement ran through Sawyer at Sarah's sudden awakening. He didn't blame the kid, being grabbed at like that outta the blue would be enough to send anyone jolting upright from their sleep. Still, it didn't stop a crooked smile from slipping it's way across Sawyer's face all the same. "Sawyer," he said in response, pulling his arm back to rest on his knee. Sawyer smirked at Sarah just a bit longer, then pushed himself back onto his feet. "Yeah, I'm new. Can't promise I'll be for too long." He pushed his fingers through his long hair and shrugged. "But I'm new." Sawyer was hoping to get out of here eventually. He just needed to get a solid grasp on what the hell was going on - something that he hadn't quite done yet - and preferably after all those lookalikes got reversed. If that was even possible. Sawyer hadn't exactly been exposed to this kinda crazy before.
"You didn't look too comfortable there," he explained, shrugging lightly. "Thought I'd give you a much needed wake up call." Sawyer examined the beanbag chair she was sitting on. He had found mangled wreckage that had looked ten times more comfortable than that damn thing back on the island. How had she managed to fall asleep on that? Sawyer glanced away from Sarah, attention returning to the book shelves once more. There definitely wasn't a huge number in the library, but there was certainly a lot more for him to get a hold of than there had been where he had come from. Sawyer wasn't exactly gonna complain about that, so long as the selection was decent. "Guess there aren't many folks runnin' through here, huh?" Not that he was surprised. Technology and all that. But there was still a lot going on now. One would think a person would take some time out to grab a book or two as a result, if only to keep themselves insane.