If this was almost any other situation, Raylan would have been a little lighter on serving Face to match the almost casual 'how's yer mom and them, ain't this weather nice' kinda cadence he had when he talked but when in doubt, and after suspicion had been thrown up, it was better to keep whatever he was feeling off his face. Too many years of working people who were looking to take advantage.

"Coal country." Jeff said Harlan like everyone else who wasn't from around there, with crisp, clean enunciation and Raylan decided he liked the way it sounded coming from himself better. More character, somehow. The urge to keep the man at arm's length was easing the longer they talked and while Raylan didn't move, the impulse still echoed there. Something about a paradox happening if he touched himself during time travel - he was sure he picked it up outta some book.

Raylan's budding suspicions were starting to bloom, pieces of his conversation with Athena, her reaction to him, threading together with the context of Jeff. His finger lifted a little, equally lazy smile breaking over his face.

"You're Jeff. The teacher." It wasn't really a question but he wouldn't argue with some confirmation just to make him feel better. "You lost a teenager lately, about yay-high," His hand shifted to gesture about Athena's height, almost comical against theirs. "Rock Midget with an attitude? She's in one piece before you ask, but I think I mighta freaked her out by.." He gestured at his face and then gestured at Jeff's like 'There you have it'.