She keeps backing up, her focus flicking between his face and his hands. Into the living room, slowly across it. Insistently staying out of reach.

"I swear to god Raylan, I will shoot you if you don't stop walking." Her voice breaks a little, but there's iron underneath. "I'm not scared for me."

But it's been a long time since she was in this house, and other people have been there since. She trips a little on furniture that isn't part of her mental map, and her back hits the wall. The gun still stays up.