Sawyer raises a brow. In comparison to their previous interactions, the sudden demure look is... different. Almost incongruous with the picture that he's built up of Helen in his mind. He raises a hand to rub briefly at his forehead.

"I'd be more than happy to help you carry your groceries home," he says earnestly. For all that his younger years were tumultuous, Sawyer still ended up learning the niceties and behaviors expected of him, especially down in the South. "But I don't want to add to what sounds like a long list of folks you already look out for. And I gotta get home to my girl anyway; I don't wanna keep the babysitter too long."

Brushing his hair out of the way, Sawyer gives her a more thoughtful look. "I know I ain't always been the nicest of guys, 'specially to those of y'all who know some version of me from that island. I'm tryin' to figure things out. But I still don't like owin' favors."