Raylan turned on his heel and pointed in the other direction. "That a'away."

Skipping to the moonshine was a legitimate request, things being what they were. Raylan had been itchy for days after being disarmed; he knew the comfort of a side piece, of any piece that would keep them safe. He still itched for it - there was no help for the curse of skill they both had. He knew everything he'd end up telling Tim was gonna be taken on faith until Mathis proved her ways to the man, but the moonshine would be vital to it all being taken down.

"You didn't finish what you were sayin'." Go on Tim, give him some context.