"Okay," Gwen decides, not wanting to frighten the little boy by making him think she's going to go and do something rash. Sawyer. It sticks out in her head for some reason and she's not sure why...someone she's met on the island, perhaps? There'd been a Sawyer the first day, actually, but she'd not sensed anything other than healthy suspicion from him.

"Is he tall? Blond hair, scruff on his face? American?"