Raylan stared at her for a long moment, furrowing his brows and peering, searching for any sign that she was mentally disturbed. (It wouldn't have been the first time he'd been tricked by a pretty face -- they were the craziest, after all.) He pursed his lips together and diverted his attention back down the road from whence he came. It looked like it continued, but it was hard to say. But that was crazy talk, right? Talking like it was impossible to leave this place. There was no way that was true.
He frowned.
"Honestly? Not too good, sweetheart. I just shot five people and I was on my way to stop someone else from shooting my witness. Does she deserve being shot? Probably. But I need her testimony. And here you are, sweet as pecan pie, telling me I can't go anywhere. That doesn't put me in the best spirits."