Raylan couldn't tell if she was scared because she was coming around to the reality of it or if it was because she had trusted him for however short a time and now she was back to square one. There was no gun on his belt, but only because Mathis had stripped it from him.

He pushed the brim of his hat up and gently lifts his eyebrows at her. No hiding under the edge of the felt and he knew damn well that it intimidated some people.

"You're gonna be alright. Not exactly fair to him if I turn back into him, he's not rocking these sweet face scars I've picked up. Don't think the kids at school would like it either." He refused to think about what he would do or feel about it at home. That was later. Later would hold.

"I really gotta start carryin' my wallet and badge again."