It was amazing what a cup of coffee could do for someone's soul after a rough night and by virtue of her being here now, it had clearly been a rough night. He knew to trust her magic and its power, and she can't have been here long. They could stay for a cup of coffee if it meant he could decide if he was taking her to a motel or further off the map than the old Given's homestead.

Raylan turns with a step back, gesturing towards the kitchen down the path his moved body had cleared.