It's not an expression that Sawyer enjoys seeing on Kara's face. Someone who's been gentle, and strong, and together in ways that he's hardly seen before, now with her nerves exposed and raw. She looks like she's seen... well, something about the haunted look of it all makes Sawyer suspect that it's more than he's known, at any rate.

He doesn't know what to say at first, gaze quickly dropping onto her tattoo, and without asking first, he reaches out as though to trace it. But he maintains that slight gap of distance, not wanting to overstep.

"The thing I was there for..." he says, frowning, and he feels echoes of her voice filtering through his head. "It was a game."