A glimmer of hope. He relaxed just a little, and went to the kitchen, leaving his hat on the island in the middle. Raylan returned sans jacket, shirt tight on his shoulders and arms but loose at the waist. He offered her the glass of ice water while keeping a cold beer for himself.

"Where do you wanna start?" he asked, looking around the room at the boxes already stacked before turning an expectant gaze on her.