It's getting later in the day now, and Lia is starting to hear the upswing in foot traffic as the regulars start making their way toward their favorite watering holes. Dump though this may be, a few of them probs call it their dump and she really doesn't want to have to deal with more law enforcement types than she already has on her hands.

"You might wanna try wrapping shit up right now or move to a slightly less obvious place to beat the crap out of him," she says under her breath and getting tetchier by the second. "'Cause we're about to start getting some company back here and if you want to turn this into a real party, I'd still rather not."

And some of the voices she's straining to hear are deep and big - no played out old farts and chicks with their prime long past them. And as much as she can take care of herself and has in the past, Raylan should well know that Lia much prefers to run.