Lia salutes Dresden before hopping out of the seat with one last ruffle to Mouse's ruff and following on Raylan's heels out the door. She almost bumps into him when he stops out of the blue and almost starts into him, "The hell's up with y-" But the look on his face stops her and she just slides back those steps to stand behind him until she figures out--

Oh, yeah. Chicago. Looking into possibly Marcone-related things and asking snoopy questions. Crap.

She tries to tally up just how long it'd taken them to get Dresden to stop being a stubborn ass while the marshal does his little inspection. Which of course she's right next to him for because fuck hanging back.

"Something not smelling right to ya?" she says quietly, crouched down by the back wheel wells as she checks for - well, she figures she'll know it when she sees it. Probably.