He's already got his phone out, and is talking quietly to someone on the other end. He glances at Lia, rolls his eyes and starts walking. "Yes, that sounds right. Thank you kindly. I'll let you know what I find."

Raylan hangs up and pockets the phone, noting the people walking past to the bar as he starts walking away. Vomit-boy is long gone. "I told you, I'm not going after Marcone. I'm going after one of his powder men."

Rumored to be at McAnally's pub. Apparently there are only so many places in Chicago that are 'weird and Irish-sounding' . He unlocks his rental, opens the driver's-side door, and looks at her again. "We'll talk later. You have my phone number, and unless you dumped it since the last time we spoke, I have yours."