A man with a sense of humor was a man easily endeared to Sawyer one way or another, and so he easily took that hand and gave it a firm shake, hoping that the fact that he'd mentioned peddling guns wasn't going to count against him— especially when Sawyer wasn't about to do anything of the sort. Guns, he only trusted in his own hands, and his ability to steer life by sheer force of will, he wasn't sure he wanted the entirety of the island to know. Speaking on the radio was just an idea, a lark that Sawyer considered, because he couldn't think of much that would be more fun than annoying everyone on the island for an hour or so every week. And getting to call it a job.

"They call me Sawyer; pleasure's all mine," he replied with an amused smile, finally taking the time to look more carefully around the booth, thinking about the last time he'd been to a radio station. Danielle's. "So, you gonna welcome me in, tell me it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood? Or at least gimme a tour around. I wanna know who's been puttin' together the music for this broadcast."