[Raylan's eyebrows might as well stay up there, an inch from the attractive wrinkles of his forehead. He already knew everything would be a Lot but that didn't stop each new thing stacked on top from making his eyebrows try to crawl off his face.

He should have brought more guns, really. His brow slowly settled back into a slight consternation, a faint pinch

Looking over at the toucan as she spoke, he managed half a nod before he was looking back at Tim.]

An odd front but I can see where that kind of affiliation and reputation gets a place a standing. Hellva job choice. [He needed another drink, hold on.] As much as I'd love to go back to that ignorance, chasin' shitkickers over the hills of Mexico or something, it's too late for that now. Dangerous too.

How long did you work there before you found out shit was weird? [I.E. How the hell did you take it, Tim.]