"Mm, I think your sugar is safe. Though I wouldn't mind goin' through the house you're posted up in, beat on some walls, see if there's anything worth seein' there or in the floors."

There was a second chair on his porch, as there were on all the porches that he maintained, and she was more than welcome to flop down into the empty one. At the question, Raylan bobbed his head and then his glass.

"Nah. Just too many bodies over there sometimes. No door thick enough that I can get peace from 'em. My face has everythin' with the dangers of showerin' while drunk on moonshine." So yes, in a way, but also no. He could go home, he was free to do so, but his statement was true on it's face.

"I'll heal up in a few days; it's nastier than it looks," he explained, holding out his bottle to her in invitation.