All that fuss, Sawyer thought to himself, only to get the position so readily. Maybe life just got easier when there were less people around, when they came and went from that little bubble with enough frequency that one was even forced to appreciate the most annoying of those on the island. Of course, then again, running a radio show wasn't high stakes. If you said something a little undesirable on air, well, people would stop listening to you, or just kick you out for someone new, and the very next week it'd all be forgotten like most of the words that came out of people's mouths.

A part of him really did mean that he wouldn't have minded running an arms trade. Or, at the very least, his version of it, which usually meant hoarding guns and ammunition so that people had to take him seriously for once, because all things considered, Sawyer didn't trust very many people to make the right judgment calls with weapons and force. Didn't trust the leadership all that often. And in the event he didn't trust people, he wanted to take the reins.

Maybe someday he'd get security detail.

"Just one," he replied with a roguish grin and a tilt of his head. "What would you like t'hear more on the radio? I figure you'd know a whole lot better than me what folks might miss hearin', seeing's how I only ever listen, no offense, when the radio's blaring in the kitchen."