"It's just Raylan," Raylan said. He used to want to hear the entire title, because it was proof he'd gotten out of Harlan alive. Over the years, it became a non issue. He'd been thrown back into the hollar time and again, where his title was met with scorn and distrust from the people who had tried to mold and shape him in his youth.
In the wisdom of his age now, he didn't need to hear the title unless he was in a formal situation. Being in San Francisco as he was there was certainly no need for formality, and his title meant next to nothing. Raylan would be just fine.
"Didn't mean to startle you. Just thought it might be nice to meet up in person."