Raylan hasn't spoken at the Town 'Trial', but he had attended, him and his hat staying back on the walls near the doors. He'd noted everyone who stood up, who'd spoken their bit for good or ill and he was still working on getting names to attach to those faces. But Louis didn't seem put out or put off by Raylan's near door to door poker salesman act, so Raylan smiles back with that well practiced easy smile of his own.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Du Lac. I've heard about you; people speak well of you and your General store." Raylan could hear the Louisiana. Claudia had had it as well. Maybe they were from the same area, Louis and Claudia. "No trouble to report, thankfully, but I am tryin' to find out and gauge interest in the possibility of brinin' a poker night to Milton. Maybe once or twice a month, dependin' and if you don't mind my sayin' so, you look like a man who knows cards."

Based specifically on the fact that Louis's wool jacket wasn't too far from Raylan's though Louis's was longer if he had to guess - it put them far enough forward in the timeline of Perceived Era that Raylan was comfortable making that conversational jump.