Oh good, not dead. Hopeful. He wasn't looking forward to trying to haul an unconscious or dead body up the stairwell. Raylan picked up his hat and dusted it off with a frown, eyeing the door as he stepped closer to Malcolm, meeting him halfway and looking him over. He assumed some of Malcolm's reactions were due to the stress of the current mass of disoriented circumstances.

"I don't know." But he didn't like it. Without waiting, Raylan heads over towards the door and turns the handle with a aged creak of unused mechanics to open up the room beyond. "But this ain't the way out." Still, he stepped in. It was worth looking around while they were here, even if up was their eventual goal. "Got any explanation for how you got here?"

He knew he wouldn't.