[Raylan leans back slightly at the kedan's approach, as perturbed by its appearance as by Olivia's non-reaction. He doesn't hear whether or not they have corn here - his brain is busy resetting itself again, and by the time he can look at Olivia without feeling slightly ill, there's a glass of something in front of him.
It is very quickly not in front of him. It burns like whiskey and at the moment he's going to focus on that. Very, very quietly:] Jesus Christ.
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It is very quickly not in front of him. It burns like whiskey and at the moment he's going to focus on that. Very, very quietly:] Jesus Christ.