Athena at seventeen would have looked away, or down, or curled in on herself a little at the knowledge that she's about to say a lot of things he isn't going to like. Athena at twenty-four studies Raylan's face, her brows knit and her expression going grim, and nods quietly.

"...Mind if I see if they have any coffee? You got here before I had a chance to do anything but clear the house."