"Yeah, okay," she huffs, moving towards the porch. "Maybe he'll scream so loud Danny's spidey senses will tingle and he'll come tell us what to do."

She does feel, briefly, bad for waking everyone up but it doesn't last very long. She just wants to fucking slap someone. Find someone responsible for her kid not having any fucking baby tylenol and punish them. She's trying really hard not to make that person, Raylan. It's not his fault. He's just here.