[The sympathy is easily as unsettling as everything else. He looks away, to the canals and blue walkways and the kedan, and winces. The sky is neutral. So are his boots.
Instead of answering, Raylan starts walking again, turning the nearest corner toward the evening chatter of a bar opening for business. If he doesn't meet anyone's eyes it could almost be some Lexington tourist trap, done up around a theme as an excuse to charge more and keep the students and hillbillies away. He slides up to the bar itself with a sigh. It's low, more like a counter, but close enough for government work.
Raylan very carefully keeps his eyes on Olivia instead of taking in his surroundings, though he has to fight his instincts to manage it. He wants to know who's there and in what positions, who they're watching, if they're armed, but keeping a tight hold on sanity feels like the priority.]
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Instead of answering, Raylan starts walking again, turning the nearest corner toward the evening chatter of a bar opening for business. If he doesn't meet anyone's eyes it could almost be some Lexington tourist trap, done up around a theme as an excuse to charge more and keep the students and hillbillies away. He slides up to the bar itself with a sigh. It's low, more like a counter, but close enough for government work.
Raylan very carefully keeps his eyes on Olivia instead of taking in his surroundings, though he has to fight his instincts to manage it. He wants to know who's there and in what positions, who they're watching, if they're armed, but keeping a tight hold on sanity feels like the priority.]