"If I've got the facial hair, doesn't that make me the evil twin?" By the Star Trek rules?

Raylan couldn't help but huff a little breath of amusement, face ducking down sheepishly before he turned his halfmooned eyes back over towards the sniper.

"It does but only a little." That gave Raylan something else to chew over later when he had the time; Tim being in love with who he was, not strictly because of what he looked like. Raylan was still something of a vain man though.

"He's already married and divorced once too. I don't think he had to kick a lotta people outta bed for eatin' crackers." Raylan took a deep breath. "He's gonna need some help, I think, when shit hits the fan.. It's been too long since Mathis has pulled somethin' proper. I still don't like it."

Thus the grave digging, the prepping he had done on the side today and a general counting of their goods.