She actually listens to him this time and keeps her mouth shut. But that doesn't mean she's happy about it - Lia's now dividing her time between glaring at Raylan and keeping her ears open and nose up in case Marcone's people suddenly pop up. You don't know that can't happen. From the stories she'd picked up, the guy was basically a mafia bogeyman.

...Raylan's off to see a wizard. The wonderful wizard of Chicago. She snorts to herself quietly because on the one hand, she's got Judy Garland in her head now, and on the other, wizards? Seriously? What even.

Lia doesn't quite grasp the hypocrisy of a werewolf having such thoughts re: wizards.