Raylan considers that, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'll be honest, I don't... didn't really have any call to believe in that stuff, back home. I'm tryin' to keep an open mind, here, but it's slow going." He's being frank; the bullet scar that should have been much worse was a constant reminder that something was up, and his instincts for people were usually good. He doesn't feel like Njoki is malicious, or crazy.