We flash back to Shannon in an airport, and she's selfishly sprawled across three seats in a waiting lounge. And normally I'd be annoyed by that, but, I mean, those legs. My god. So then Sayid walks up. And he puts his carry-on bag down next to her, and asks if she wouldn't mind watching his bag for a moment, he'll be right back. Shannon barely flicks her eyes upward from her magazine as she says, "Sure, whatever." And I'm sorry, but there is no way that a smart guy like Sayid, as a man of obvious Middle Eastern descent in a post-9/11 world, is going to take any chances in an airport in a country run by a right-wing government by leaving his bag unattended. "Sure, whatever" indeed. Boone comes up and says he can't get them into first-class, and she asks why not. He says she shouldn't have yelled at the gate agent. "What, you're on his side now?" she spits. "One day you're going to appreciate everything I do for you, after I'm killed on the island that we're going to crash-land on," he says. I swear to god he says that. And she sarcastically says she can't wait for that day, and gets up. He watches her go for a moment.
On an escalator, Shannon says she's going to try the gate agent again, and Boone tells her to let it go. "Excuse me for not being pathetic enough to want to sit next to some crying baby for the next fifteen hours," she says. Boone, though, travelling with Shannon, is obviously quite used to sitting next to a crying baby, so he calls her a bitch. And she threatens to get him thrown off the flight, and he wants to know how she would do that, and then she threatens to tell airport security something, but she doesn't say what, and he doesn't think she's capable of that and...I'm sorry, but if anyone is familiar with what pretty girls are able to accomplish, rightly or wrongly, it's Boone. And at the top of the escalator, Shannon finds a security guard and tells him that "some Arab guy" left his bags alone downstairs. So the security guard runs off without getting Shannon to come with him and show him where or what the guy looked like or what he was wearing or anything. Shannon smirks at Boone. "How's that?" she says, and Boone stares sadly after her. "It was still totally worth it," he's thinking.
So speaking of Sayid, he's salvaged a few things from the airplane for the raft. Like its goddamn radar. They're going to rig up RADAR on the raft. How about you jerry-rig an in-transit movie, too? "Here you go, I've managed to cobble together a DVD player, and we've got, let's see, New York Minute and Racing Stripes. And I used some coconuts to throw together some headphones, too. Hope it helps!" Sawyer goes to affix the radar thingy to the mast, and Sayid tells Michael that to conserve power, he should turn on the radar only once every hour. It will show them any ships as far as the horizon, approximately 25 miles. Just to the horizon? So the radar will show them whatever ships they can already see on the ocean. There's also a radio transmitter, and a flare gun. With one flare. So "choose wisely," says Sayid, a little unnecessarily. No flare-gun fights for these guys.