Raylan looked over sidelong from the underside of his hat, face curling around the edges at the way Klaus and his energy draped themselves over the wannabe breakfast bar like just being there would manifest soft pillows and, if Raylan's creative mind was close to the mark, too much weed. But for all that, the lean man had a little too much experience in being a mess for Raylan to be wholly relaxed. Between the drinking and the scars on his face and the shame over his anger being seen... He'd pretend - he had plenty of practice in that.

That'd be plenty to avoid being seen in such a way, right?

"Coffee," Raylan replied, just as casually. "Since this place doesn't agree with providin' enough for sweet tea. You want some? Since it looks like you're crashin' here for the night." Which he didn't mind, at all. Figuring the Hargreeves would be sticking together after the past few traumatic nights, he continued- "Five joinin' you?"