Malcolm Bright

Raylan glanced over his shoulder at Tim. Excitable fellow. "Alright, take it easy," he said, hand shifting again to 'whoa' him down before gesturing him along to follow Raylan towards the conference room across from the front doors.

"I'd offer you coffee but it might kill you instead. Why don't we start with something simple, like say - your name."

Gesturing towards one of the chairs, Raylan pulled out one of his own. "And how you're so sure that this involves my rural."