The thrift store wasn't painful; Raylan let Athena lead and wandered around behind her trying to not look as creepy as he felt walking through the Junior's sections. He knew he'd have to do this at some point with Willa, but he was forever hoping that Winona would see to that, considering her opinions. The local department store was worse and Raylan stands further off to the side and looked more like he was hoping the floor would crack open and eat him alive. But it was over and once he slides back into the car with a breath and an adjustment of his hat, he turns the car over and nods.

"Next time underclothes needs to happen, I'm handin' you a fifty and waitin' in the car." Giving her a fond crook of his smile, Raylan headed them back onto the road. They would only talk if she wanted to on the drive and he'd long given her the radio as long as she didn't put anything Pop on but no matter how they wile those few hours, when they pulled up to the Given's house, there was a beaten, rust bitten blue truck waiting.

Raylan frowns sharply at the car and glances over at Athena. "Stay here," he says, sliding out of his open door, gun already out of his holster and in his hand. Whether she obeys him or not, he keeps pace up to the front door which has been left wide open, giving them a clear view of the back of Boyd Crowder, all waistcoat and dark jeans. Raylan clucks a sigh and lowers his gun with a look back to wherever Athena was.