"As though our kidnapping itself wasn't rude?" He glances over with the note of incredulousness. "Don't worry, its far too early to go flippin' tables and making a scene. Doesn't mean it's not on the to-do list."

Didn't mean that Raylan wouldn't spend every spare waking moment that he wasn't focused on surviving trying to figure it out. He did have manners, in fact, and would play the polite country boy for as far as it would get him. There was value in that. Trust to be built based on the play. You can't just drop this much mystery in front of a man like him and expect him to be easy about it. Not when he fully expects to survive whatever is going to get thrown at them here. The devil himself couldn't change Raylan's mind when it set itself.

"You know that his price is gonna be taken from our backs. Tasks or work. A hunt maybe. Somethin' to help the community. If I were a bettin' man. Have us put these pistols to use.. Nice piece you got, by the way. A Colt?"