Megabyte, Hurley, Sayid and Michael Sullivan were working on starting a new fire with some of the pieces of dry wood when Claire arrived. The scowl on her face testified to the fact that she was not as happy and chipper as she had been when he left her.

He gave her a half-smile, "Shannon can't take a joke, huh?"

Claire almost flung herself onto the driftwood bench, but appeared to remember at the last moment that it was wet. "She's bloody prickly is what she is."

Megabyte reached out and squeezed her shoulder, "Forget about her. I'm just glad that you could take a joke and I didn't end up with a slap to the face."