Having been on the other side of enough people trying to size him up, either for information, character, how close his hand was to his gun, he took it well and without being bothered in the slightest. So it was easy enough to catch the look of recognition. Good. Cuts through some of the dancing and bullshit.

"It's the hat. We formed a club," he joked, features curling openly in the playful sarcasm of it all. She was right, of course. But you don't feed, live with and then bury the man doing all of it with you without earning some trust. Still, he wasn't so openly going to say so - Raylan followed similar rules to Doc Holliday.

"A club with moonshine. Make sure you save that bottle, when it's empty.. Do I get to ask what the Black Badge thing is?"