She follows a step behind him, eyebrows rising, and then freezes a little like a deer in headlights when he starts looking over the pills and condoms and jellies and sponges. He picks up one box pretty fast, and as he reads the back of it -- putting his glasses on and everything -- she stands there, her tongue jutting sideways to the corner of her lips and her eyebrows showing no sign of lowering.

Never in a million years would she have dreamed up this scenario, investigating the birth control aisle with Sawyer.

Her instinct is to turn enough to look away until he turns toward her, but she's half taken aback and half mesmerized. Like he's suddenly decided to change his clothes right in front of her or something.

With the box held out to her, she hesitates. When he wants to, Sawyer can craft one hell of a plan. She's seen him in action, even been just another pawn in one of his cons before. This walk of his is turning out to be a lot more practical on his part than she ever suspected.

She doesn't take the box from him, but after a long moment she does finally step closer, close enough that she could read the box he's presenting to her if she chose to. A hint of her surprise lingers in her voice, but her tone stays level. "You really are planning ahead."

Birth control is a good idea in general; she has to respect that he is being practical about it. But she doesn't think that's all this is.

You run, I con.

This feels like his way of getting her to give him some kind of straight answer: is it going to happen again or not?