Kate figures she'd probably come across as a woman with a mission to anyone who happened to cross her path as she makes her trip up the stairs to the room that's supposed to be hers but currently belongs to Sawyer.

She's got the latest of one of his favorite gossip rags in one hand and two bottles of ice-cold Martian beer in the other, and she knocks on the door. If he's not around she's opening one of these beers while she looks for him, but somehow she has a feeling he'll be in.

What else is he going to be doing? As far as she knows, he hasn't been conning anybody around here.