Lia slugs Raylan in the shoulder (not hard as she could, but enough to remind him that she can) before she slumps down in the chair next to Mouse while rolling her eyes. Talking about her like she's some kind of freaking stray. "Like you could pay my diner tab if I really got going," she grumbles quietly before settling down for story time. "And I don't freaking nag, okay."

...All right, now she's settled, happy? And she's following along pretty well, one hand idly scratching along Mouse's neck. It's half to have something to do, half to be able to grab the scruff and keep the lug back before shit happens and Dresden calls in for the sic. She's not entirely sure how much of Raylan's yarning is bullshit or not - never mind it's not really the point here, still a legit question. Once Ray pops the question, Lia cocks her head to the side and watches Harry out the corner of her eye.

Right now, if this was a cop show, she'd say something to be the supportive, cautious good partner, like how it's really not a good idea to start fibbing to Raylan here. But it's not a cop show and she's really not looking to be sidekick material, and she's pretty sure Raylan's ornery enough without her poking more. Let it never be said that Lia is entirely without some sense in that head of hers.