"Oh," Sawyer acknowledges and he guesses that makes sense. He assumes that the other's pack must work there or around there or something like that. He lets go of the other's hand as the other is checking the rice and he glances around again. The question catches him off guard.

He thinks that no one's ever actually asked him that before. His eyes turn back to Bishop wide. Then again he didn't have a chance to do lots of things.

"I don't really know," he finally says, shuffling his feet nervously. "I like animals and books..." he adds. But he'd always had very little access to either thing.