"Domestic terrorism?" Ainsley said, her interest immediately piquing.

Jessica put her hand up. "We are not talking about horrific crimes here tonight," she said, giving each of her children a stern look, but lingering on Malcolm - who had yet to really say anything - a little longer, to be sure he understood.

He took a sip of his drink and promised nothing.

Jessica looked at Raylan and set her hand on his arm, leaning towards him slightly. "How have you enjoyed New York?"