Hopefully, Clint and Sam are keeping low and quiet. No need to tip off the cops creeping around the perimeter, after all.

The Sheriff's eyes narrow incrementally at how sunny Poe seems, but it doesn't seem to give him any real pause. He takes a step forward, authoritative but still nonthreatening, into the space just barely outside the now-open front door.

"Evening," he greets. It's a thin layer of casual over sharp edges and worn nerves. He says that he's gonna need 'you boys' to take a few minutes out of their busy schedules to take a ride with him down to the station so they can talk a few things out.

Outside, everything is still.