Ever since you discovered a radio message, a call for help from a mysterious French woman, Sayid has been unable to rest.

Until he was taken by the woman himself, and managed to escape with papers he found back in her hiding spot.

With an injured leg and sore body, he still couldn't bring himself to sit down and rest. On the other hand, he needed to know what those papers said, if they had importance or none at all.

The problem was, only one out of forty people knew how to speak French—and you insisted that it wasn't that good—but either way, Sayid knew he had to make you at least try.

While you were minding your own business, he approached you, limping slightly, hair tied back in a bun.

"{{user}}," he called out, before taking in a sharp inhale. "I hope you are not busy. I could use your help with some things I got." He gestured towards a table he and some others had set up, full of scribbles and whatever they could gather from the wreckage.