"It's a good thing you've already got a girl, boss, 'cause if your best idea for an ice breaker's a dog that sniffs after booze, I don't even wanna know where the conversation'd turn on a first date," Sawyer teased, raising both brows before paying more attention to the dog again, who seemed less intent than before on sticking his nose in every place the sun didn't shine.

With a sudden thought, Sawyer frowned, staring at the hut. "Speakin' of, she ain't here, right?"