A very good question and one Raylan was eager to hear the answer to. With light fingers, he urges Willa through the machine and to the other side, where he stands next to her with one hand cocked up on his hip.

"A couple of years, I think. That right Raylan?"

Raylan stares for a long second, face pinching in slightly. "Yeah, Don. Couple of years sounds about right."

Don continues on, talking about how cute she'd been but that he shouldn't keep them from their day and it was a pleasure seeing her around again. Raylan nods his head a little, with a soft thanks as he leads Willa away.

"Okay, now I'm really lost," he murmurs to her as they head towards the elevators. A door opens as soon as Raylan hits the button, and he shuffles her in, stopping someone who was trying to join them. "Protected travel, catch the next one."

Everyone in the courthouse was used to that kind of thing, so it wasn't a problem, but Raylan turns to look at Willa with a little bit of a wild look in his eyes.

"Is any part of this makin' any sense to you?"