It was a hellva name, even if Raylan was sure that it was common somewhere in the world. Raylan bobbed his head in time with his eyebrows - believing the description and scoffing a breath at the last.

They'd be sitting with a murderer. Technically speaking. "It'll be a relief to not be known for my own record, if I'm honest. They'll let me keep my gun, right?" The question came with a sidelong look towards Malcolm.