Raylan's expression stayed carefully schooled as it was, attentive hazel eyes in half moons under the faint squint he wore during times of curious nature as he took in the snap of an answer. Oh, this one was interesting. It was hard to tell yet if it was a response to the general air that they both came in with or the one that Raylan carried around, or if it was because of the broken ribs and light battery.

His own lips curled up in an echo of the humor that clearly wasn't there, an answer to the passing smile. Oh yeah, sure. No big deal. Blessed thing about the country was that some things could be taken as is - He understood the idea and didn't feel any need to understand science he'd never use. Science, not magic, made clear by the rest of Five's answer.

"No mechanical means, no offerin' of good will, no slow and easy." Raylan gestured at Five like that explained it all. "Popped right on over!" Wasn't that a neat fact. Despite the casual, affable tone that the words came with, there was an underlying tension that suggested it was anything but. There was a Point under there.

Raylan looked back at Five. "Thanks for the information. Hope the couch wasn't total shit, and its open to ya next time you need a night or two to look less like shit. I got a bottle of moonshine to get." Well. Half a bottle.