It was comically large on her, almost dusting the ground as she walked, but Raylan was glad that she took it without argument and popped the collar of his jean jacket that was now the topmost for his four layers against the cold threatening to bite his neck. His face pinched in a soft sympathy, something he was careful about, knowing how bitter and cruel a thing it could be, no matter the best intentions of whomever was giving them.

Raylan gave her a faint smile. "You wouldn't be the first kid to con some people out of their money on the street. You won't be the last." He jerked his head gently towards down, arms folding over his chest as he hunkered in against the wind that was soft enough to not be bothersome, but that brought the chill down by more than a few degrees.

"My daddy, Arlo, was a con man. Scam artist, petty thief, low level drug runner. One time he stole a whole herd of cows. Mutilated their branding and tried to sell them off. He got rid of half the herd before the owner chased down where he was. Can't tell you what happened to either of them, but that was the last of it."

No judgement or rejection here. Shit, she was just trying to eat. It was markedly different from Arlo. There was hope for her, given the right support.

"So what's the relationship between you and Jeff. Uncle? Mentor?" God he hoped he wasn't her teacher - that edged into a suspicious and ugly suggestion.