Better that she gives it over than him having to grab it. He takes them and starts looking them over.

"Clement Mansell, who-"

Rachel looks up from her desk and the call she's on.

"Raylan? I got Harlan PD on the line. They're askin' for you."

Raylan glances over his shoulders, lips tight in open annoyance before he looks back at Willa. "We'll talk about this later."

Striding over, he takes the phone. "Givens." His expression gets darker, the longer he's on the phone.

"Is there a reason I'm still solvin' your problems?" A beat. "Yeah, and ain't I just fuckin' lucky for it." He sighs as he hands the phone back to Rachel, looking over at Willa.

"We're gettin' back on the road. C'mon."