There was no doubt in Raylan's mind that they'd come back. He'd have to hunt down Boyd tomorrow before the man could get too much fanatic ground underneath him; he could almost hear the scriptures about dealing with the devil now.

Raylan slides his piece back into his holster and moves to sit beside her with a heavy sigh, elbows propped on his knees as he looks over at her.

"You've gotta be careful with those. Tempers." He should know. "But you didn't harm 'em and that's what's important... Sure as hell a step up from blowin' up all the mugs in the house, huh." His lips curl softly, trying to let her know that he's not mad at her or scared of her, though maybe a reasonable person might be. He'd seen too much with her to be either of those things.