Wynonna lets out a little scoff, glancing down at her waist before running a hand over her flat belly. She keeps drinking as she does and that might change once she hits 40 but there's a window there still. And really, it's the little measure of help in a bottle that gets her through the shit she calls her life.

She manages to slip in a soft amused note. "Oh, good, I was up for a little time off, sadly it's not paid, but you can't have it all.

Wow, that's quite the Kentucky name, isn't it? Well, Raylan, a pleasure to meet you," Wynonna smiles, sticking out a hand. "I'm Wynonna Earp."