[Raylene gives him a look - something that's a mix between offended and amused. Her mouth curls sharp and she boils more.]

War stories? Hah. That's real funny. That makes it sound like any of that shit was anyone's game.

[Her nice thick as mud accent clears a little with how she speaks, she sounds a little more crisp and it's possible that hick twang is a show. A lot about her is.]

It wasn't war, it was fucking survival. [She pauses...gives him an even, somber look.] Still is.

[And just like that...she realizes she let him see possibly a little too much hurt. Anger is what she should have stuck with, anger was safe. She stuffs her splintered hands in her pockets.]

Tell Jilly I said 'hi.'

[She smirks, makes the expression nasty on purpose and starts to stalk away soaking in her anger again.]