There was something about the guy that seemed... familiar. It wasn't the down-home accent for sure because anyone that didn't sound eternally angry like having the ability to shout at a whisper wasn't comfort to Roger, but still it felt... really close to home. What Roger didn't know about Sawyer would have both chilled and comforted him. In the Village, con-men were a dime a dozen, but a con-man with a heart was something Roger had needed for years to restore his long-lost faith in humanity.

Of course, he didn't know that, and likely never would. So he extended his hand.

"I'm Roger. I run the joint," he said, and finally stood up to meet the guy eye-to-eye. "Pleasure to meet you, Free Enterprise."