"You kiddin' me? The only person who waits for me these days would hafta wait a good twenty years before she's ready for this. Or seventeen, I guess, is the law here," Sawyer replies with a laugh, slightly self-deprecating as he holds out the second bottle. He should have brought up a six pack, he thinks now that he has company, but there was something too sorry about the picture of a man huddled over an entire six pack of his own.

"I see I ain't the only one crazy enough to come out onto the roof and make a chilly night worse with an ice cold drink. Can't beat that view though, can you? I ain't ever lived in a city before this one, but I can see why people like it so much."