[One foot in front of the other - Raylan and his boots matched in step about a half foot behind, largely so that if the guy crumpled, he could make sure he didn't crack his skull on the street. He wasn't pushing himself to get any further than the house they were heading towards anyway, so it worked out.

Besides, new faces tended to come with questions. Whether those questions were going to be genuine or not was something else to be decided. Raylan was equally unbothered about the stern airs, to the frustration of many stern aired men, but he kept any opinion he might have out of his offhanded, casual Kentucky slanted tones.

His authority was fractionally more subtle.]

Not common enough to track on a calendar but often enough that yeah, you.. kinda get used to feelin' like shit. Stairs should be just ahead of ya. Better to ask questions in there too, less we breathe of this shit the better.

Door won't be locked either- [He directed as they stepped up onto the porch.] I'd ask how you got here but I'm bettin' you don't know.

[If Kirigan did, now that would be a surprise. Alright, not the shadow man. For now. Until the man proved otherwise.]