"Hey, don't call me out for bein' stupid — I'm pretty sure there's a whole damn movement around why the word 'tranny' is offensive that I still don't get," Sawyer confesses. It's one thing that's been painfully clear ever since he's arrived in Darrow, that he's in a far more liberal setting than he was before. It's not necessarily a thought that's constantly on his mind, but it tempers his words when he deals with other people, if only because he doesn't want to land Clementine in the position of paying for her father's choices.

With an amused snort, he reaches out to clap a hand down on Porthos' shoulder, still a little more gently than he might otherwise were Porthos in his usual form.

"You make a cute lady, though. Wouldn't have figured," admits Sawyer as he takes a swig of his drink. "Oh, and speakin' of drinks, I got you guys a better one to share when you ain't surrounded by dozens of people."