"Quiet thing, ain't she," Ava said with an awkward little chuckle as she looked back to Raylan.

The Marshal sighed and leveled an even gaze at her, hands propping on his crookedly tilted hips, subconsciously giving Athena something to put herself behind. "Ava Crowder, Athena Parker. Now why am I here?"

"Can I talk to you... alone?" Ava asked, gesturing to the side, half stepping that way, one leg crossing over the other.

Raylan didn't move. "Ava," he repeated patiently. "You said you were worried about somethin'. Now either it's worth my rushin' up here, or I start chargin' you for gas and time."

Ava sighed and pursed her lips a little bit, obviously a little uncomfortable but unwilling to let the opportunity go.

"It's Boyd. I think he's plannin' somethin'. I don't know what but he's been keepin' odd hours and none of his boys are tellin' me anything."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I want you to find out what he's doing!" Wasn't that obvious?

"You gotta give me more than that Ava, you know how this works."

"He's collectin' guys at the bar, keep talkin' about how they're gonna come into a lotta cash. I think it's got somethin' to do with Lexington."

Raylan sighed deeply. He understood why this couldn't be a call but god he did not want to be in the middle of this if it was a domestic. Lexington suggested it wasn't. Lexington suggested this was about drugs. "Alright. Are you safe?"