There's that moment of relief at her confirmation, that Raylan wasn't something he needed to worry about. Honestly, he hadn't been, even when the marshal had approached Sweeney about continuing to fuck her. It was the look on her face when she fled that had planted the seed.

But then she continues, and his expression sinks, along with his shoulders. Alright.

"No. She ain't lookin' fer that either."

Sweeney would rather not go into Swamp Rat's life, out of respect, but he's getting the feeling the more respectful he tries to be to one, the more the other dwells. At least, that had been how it seemed earlier.

"Some bad experiences soured her on the notion."