Sawyer still thought that most of this was bullshit. Apocalypses, alternate universes, monsters, and all that other crap just didn't seem possible. Yet here he was, spending his free time in some training camp where people were coming along and learning how to fend themselves against those supposed creatures that came crawling out of hell itself. It seemed like a real waste and Sawyer couldn't quite figure out why he had even bothered with the trip all the way out here to begin with. The only realistic conclusion he could have put out there was based on all those clones that had been running around not too long ago. It was the first real supernatural event that he had experienced since he had gotten here and, if anything else, he wanted to see how these nutjobs operated in case something did go down that he wasn't prepared for. Maybe. He was still a skeptic, basically, but he wasn't exactly stupid either. If anything, coming out here would give him some of the answers that he had demanded. At least, it damn well had better do as much. Sawyer wasn't the type of man who tolerated being screwed around with and kept in the dark about most things. So far? That was mostly what had been happening around here. He didn't like it.
But he figured it was much better than having to run around an island all abandoned and without much supplies to hold him over, at that.
It was near the end of another day (one that had been filled with all kinds of nonsense). Sawyer had just popped open a cold one and was thinking about going out and exploring the salvage yard a little bit when he spotted that young woman who had been talking all flashily about her fighting abilities. Sawyer smirked, took a swig from his bottle, and perched himself against the edge of an old car not too far from where Jo was messing around with those fancy little knives of hers.
"Careful there, darlin', you might hurt yourself," he teased, shooting her a wink.