Oop- guess they were done drinking, but Raylan's covered surprise returned to Tim, only to snort a little too loudly at the braining attempt that was thwarted, and he manages to hide it behind a fist over his mouth and a soft clearing of his throat.

"So there's a set pattern, of sorts to all the.." Raylan waved his hand at the Barge, the daemons, the whole gig. "I've heard a run down of possibilities and know that it doesn't even scratch the surface; I gotta say, I wouldn't mind being younger again. The rest of it not so much but." Even he had his vanity. Collecting his glass with a quiet 'thanks', he leaned back.

"Gonna have to take it as it comes. Let me apologize ahead of time for any redneck hillbilly shit I might do." A murderous rampage? Raylan was too good at what he did and did it too easily. He didn't want to see what that would be like if it were let go.