Raylan gives her a look that would seem better placed on the face of an irate librarian than a lanky deputy marshal. "No, stalking you implies that I've taken the time and effort to see what you've been doing and where you've been staying specifically, rather than generally. Checked your known associates, harassed you, made you fear for your person, et cetera. What I've been doing is making sure a teenage hitch-hiker hasn't ended up in a ditch."

He leans in again as Zevon tries to make another squirm for freedom. "I do sincerely apologize if that concern is unwarranted, Lia, but given that you're a good four years shy of the age on your ID and a woman traveling alone is at a higher risk at the best of times, well."

"Jesus Christ, get off me!"

Raylan looks down, frowning, like he's forgotten exactly why he has this guy underfoot. "Was I talking to you? No, I don't think I was. Now hush."