For all the cowboy hat and boots that Raylan was insistent on wearing, no matter what city he was in, New York City might seem like something that was Too Much. But bit cities provided Raylan something that the country did not - the ability to blend, hat and all. You get enough bodies moving together, it could all turn into a blur of bodies and faces, the hat providing an extra layer that he could shed or trade to turn even more into an Everyman.

Normally, it served him well, and he had several leads to follow for a case that was hopefully going to lead to getting one 'Chara Barvara' back behind bars where he belonged. Nothing seemed out of sorts otherwise, he hadn't felt any eyes on him that weren't the normal course of being in a city this large. So it was something of a surprise to see Dennis Collins in front of him as he closes the door behind him.

He didn't have any time to do anything but frown sharply in shocked surprise at the visage before Collins punches him and sends the hallway around them to darkness as Raylan crumples like a wet sheet. It was probably some kind of blessing, though Raylan would be hard pressed to say what kind, outside of Collins saving himself a new and fresh bullet hole for now.