Raylan smiled crookedly. "Tends to be what happens, yeah," he said with a fraction of tease in his tone. He assumed that Willa was still kind of.. theoretical in all this - a little soul that Malcolm hadn't met before yesterday and wouldn't see again after day for who knew how long.

"What's normal for us at any point," he asked before continuing. "But I don't like the idea of her just calling you Malcolm. Encourages a lack of respect. Is Uncle too weird?"