Ten minutes clearly wasn't going to happen. Raylan looked over his shoulder, all tan muscle and graying eyebrows as Jessica swept in, and he couldn't help but crook a smirk, looking at Malcolm over his cup edge, far too amused at Malcolm's resignation and sons sigh.

Setting the cup down, Raylan shook Jessica's hand with a warm smile. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. Just Raylan's fine - I'm not on duty, technically speaking." With his hand empty, he picked his cup back up. "Not til 9, at least. I see where Malcolm gets his looks," he complimented with a sidelong glance before he effectively hid behind the edge of his cup.