Raylan recognizes that hum, the one that had preceded the worlds most suburban shrapnel - coffee mugs - and he smirks and lets her do whatever she wanted. Boyd deserved it on general principal and their psudo-friendship didn't include warning about Gifted people. Not when he was sure that Athena wouldn't kill him.

Boyd had no idea it was coming. His eyes widen for the half second it takes the door to be slammed into his face. Immediately, he was grateful as hell that it was the screen door and not the actual door. It didn't hurt, but it did confuse the ever living sense out of him.

"What the hell?!" He stumbled back a few feet and stared at Athena like she'd grown a third head.

Athena might have missed it, but Raylan saw the shift in Boyd's shoulders and in a blink, his gun was out of his holster.

"Better not."

Boyd froze for a half second, hand lowering back down.

"What the hell is she, Raylan?"

"A very talented teenager who I'm happy to continue to let humiliate you if you don't do as she asks."

"Y'all know that this is the front door, right?"