Raylan is here, and he's forgotten why he thought coming was a good idea. No, that's not fair - he came because he's paranoid, and he thinks that this many people gathered in one place is a temptation for all sorts of people. It's not his jurisdiction, he's not on duty, he doesn't know almost anyone here... and yet.

In truth, though, nothing seems to be going wrong, and Raylan feels desperately out of place. He's wearing a black button-down shirt and dark jeans, and he left his hat at home ("home"), which almost counts as being in disguise. As it seems no disasters are forthcoming, he's somehow managed to acquire an entire bottle of bourbon, and found a bench that's tucked out of the way in what passes for quiet. He can probably be prevailed upon to share, though, if asked politely.

He thinks it's probably deeply wrong that he'd prefer it if something went down.