"No. 'Cause I managed to escape the damned place and yet landed my ass here," Sawyer says curtly, wanting to move past the topic and preferring not yet to dive into all of the reasons why this place unnerves him, with all those people who remember him from another life that he doesn't fully remember living. And with unfinished business lingering with a couple of individuals that Sawyer doesn't trust himself to handle well. He's drinking thanks to the fights he's starting to remember, thanks to a woman all wrapped up in blankets and sheets, thanks to the multiple times he remembers people sitting by his side after too much to drink.

Just like this.

"Hold on," Sawyer adds, grunting in frustration with himself before he leans in, eyes narrowing as he gets a better look at the guy's tattoos. "Ain't a single one of these things look familiar to me. The hell are they? And they ain't around here, right?"