There are a lot of things that Shannon wants.

A speed boat. A pedicure. A shower. Chocolate cake.

And she knows most men would get her anything she desired.

Which was part of the reason why she found them so boring. Where’s the challenge? She finds irony in the fact that men would sleep with her if she looked at them sideways, but she was considered the whore. She just shrugs and orders another drink at accusations like that.

Shannon also wants a point to prove. Sticking it to someone is a constant source of pleasure. So when Boone goes flapping his gums with “she just wants a man who can provide for her” her first thought is not to ignore him, as that bald-headed freak suggests. She locates, approaches and kisses the exact opposite; a timid woman.

Shannon pauses, waiting for Boone move from his shocked place in front of the hut in the sand and past the trees, before pulling away from Claire.

“Ok-kay.” She stammers, her face a breeding ground for confusion.

“Thank you.” Shannon nods politely, standing to leave, “I had to… there was something I needed to show someone.”

Claire laughs, her eyebrows still drawn together, but not like she’s going to hit her with a handbag or anything.

“Okay then.” Is her only response and Shannon kind of likes that.

When she kisses Claire the second time, it’s for purely selfish reasons.