Raylan had twitched a little when Adelaide had volunteered to speak to Arlo. Raylan had specifically begged off, claiming Arlo's wife, Raylan's Aunt Helen, instead. He didn't go out of his way to seek Adelaide out, and hoped she hadn't noticed his reaction, but if he ended up sitting next to her as they ate dinner, well, that was just a nice coincidence, wasn't it?

"Either get him mad or get him to like you," Raylan said, as casually as if he were commenting on the weather. He hadn't looked up from his food, but it was directed at Adelaide. "Either'll loosen his tongue. Make him more likely to talk."