If she knew what he was thinking, she might even stay at Ava's. Keep herself out of harm's way.

Maybe. If she could handle the idea of him facing Boyd and those people on his own.

As it is, she (sullenly) brushes her teeth and (sullenly) brings her backpack with the most important of her belongings. There aren't many, but she's too far back into the feral attitude of being ready to move at a moment's notice to leave them behind.

She leans her forehead against the window as Raylan drives, letting the glass cool her skin. "...What're you going to tell him, anyway?"