At first glance, the resemblance is there, the slight similarities in facial features, but that's where it ends. He's bigger, broader, mostly in the shoulders and arms and what she can see of his torso. While Ellen's heard about her own resemblance to other woman, none of whom of actually made it to the island at any point in time, she's never come across someone who looks like a person she knows here, two people with physical attributes in common.

She realizes only too late that she's been staring and flushes, attempting to make amends by offering a polite smile. If that doesn't help, it doesn't matter. She's already up on her feet and rounding the bar, leaving her own empty glass behind as she stops to stand in front of him, loosely crossing her arms.

"Sorry," she replies, her smile widening and turning sheepish. "You just - look a little like someone I know."