Shane finishes her drink; a glass of Jack and Coke and thumps her head on the counter. She would really, really like to get the fuck out of here. Preferably before she turns into a goddamn alcoholic. Shane hasn't had much of anything to eat since she got here. And that was about two days ago. She's not even remotely hungry though. The smell of fried chicken just makes her want to puke.

"Ugh." She glances over at Hurley and grimaces a little.