"Means you attract dirt because you're new to our dust," Raylan supplied, face curled and wrinkled in amusement. Rachel followed behind Tim with a half amused looked at Raylan, who filed in after them.

Tim let out a low whistle as he steps into the dining room, hands finding his hips. "Messy remodeling," he quips, glancing back at the group of them. "Do we know who she is yet?" As he asked, he stepped further in, giving Rachel a chance to look at the blood bath and direct the new car full of people pulling up. The house was about to get busy.

"Not the lady that's supposed to be here, that's for sure," Raylan said, lifting his chin at Malcolm for the man to take over with his weird specificities.