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Along with Art, Tim and Rachel were next to him, looking suitably amused at Malcolm's entrance - all three lifting their eyebrows in surprise, almost in unison, at the lack of cowboy hat on Raylan's head. The silent rebukes were taken with an amused look as he joined their side.

They all stood like bumps on a log as they watched the short exchange and Art gave Raylan another pointed look. A conversation in looks alone. Raylan shrugged with his own facial response and turned an amused look onto the other officers.

"Nothing that we can stand up against, with that kinda review," he supplied, non-helpfully. "If y'all are busy, we can just--" Art stopped him with a few fingers against his arm as he stepped up to shut Raylan's smart mouth up.

"No, now, I know you guys are busy up here. Lots goes on; I was stationed up here when I was younger, but-" Art ungracefully hefted his pants a little. "We're just looking for a little direction here folks. Now we're happy to go about like bulls in your china shop, but we are tryin' to mind our manners. You got a detective or something, someone that's familiar with the old bosses that used to run the families, maybe?"