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Sawyer has finally realized what an idiot he's been coming down in the evenings to eat. It's much less busy during the day; much fewer people present to mock his current wardrobe situation.

So, the amount of Sawyer's in the bar has just increased by one.

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She nods, eyeing him skeptically. "Who's fault is it then?"

"Have you met Meg yet? Ballerina, squeeky, about this tall?" He holds out his hand about waist high. Yes, he's exaggerating, but he's feeling a little petty these days. "If you see her, RUN."

"I have," she says. "She was very nice."

"Yeah, you know how the neighbors of a serial killer always talk about what a nice, quiet guy the killer always was? Same thing."

"Serial killer?"

"Yeah. You know, the kind of person whose freezer is filled with the left feet of all the people he's killed."

She frowns, not understanding. She's no stranger to death and killing, but why someone would keep the left feet of people is beyond her.

"Wouldn't it be easier to dispose of the body?"

"Hell, I don't know how their weird minds work!"

"Then why bring it up?"

"Just trying to illustrate a point, sweetcheeks. About how you might not want to trust that sweet impression of Meg."

She raises an eyebrow. "Sweetcheeks?" She shakes her head in annoyance. "How come I should believe your opinion on Meg?"

Sawyer shrugs. "Hey, believe whatever you want. I just thought I'd try and do you a favor."

"Thanks," Jaina responds dryly.

"Hey, no problem, sweetness. Just being a good neighbor." He holds out a hand. "I'm Sawyer, by the way."

Jaina shakes it, her eyes narrowing slightly at the 'sweetness' comment. "My name's Jaina Solo."

Sawyer snickers. "What, like as in 'Han Solo'?"

"Dad's never mentioned you."

What the hell?

"Oh... uh, we haven't met. Let's just say I've heard of him."

"Well, that would explain it then, wouldn't it. Which planet are you from?"

"Earth." He says this like it should be the most obvious fact ever.

Jaina blinks in confusion. "And you know who Dad is?"

For once, Sawyer thinks before he speaks. Telling a girl that her dad is a fictional character where he comes from is probably a sure way to break her brain. So...

"I've heard stories."

"Earth's not a part of the GFFA," Jaina states. "How have you heard stories?"

Lie, Sawyer! Lie!

"I've been living in the bar for over a month now. People come, and they talk."

"What have they said?"