Athena does exactly what Raylan says this time, standing behind the open door of the car and trying not to shrink in on herself when Boyd and the rest of them turn glares and weapons her direction. A couple of them look afraid. A couple look plain old hateful. She can’t tell what Boyd thinks, and that makes her skin crawl.

“Raylan,” Boyd says amiably, his gaze still steady on Athena’s face. “Surely I would be mistaken if I presumed to think you’d leave that thing alone with Ava while the two of us had a Talk.”

Athena tenses at the thing part, but doesn’t speak up this time.