It was a few days before Raylan started making moves towards his riot that he got coincidentally stuck next to the small woman for morning song. He hated all of this and it showed, in the thin set of his lips, in his disinterested drift of his eyes studying the face of his comrades.

Some of these people, he hadn't really studied. This was a great opportunity.

When the singing finally stopped or when she looks over, he'll lift his chin in her direction. "So you're another onna'a the bouncers, huh? Between ranks?"

He'd seen her post, even if he wasn't in much of a place to be social.