Raylan's face remained unchanged as Malcolm started, glancing down at that tap on his chest as he dropped his arm to let Malcolm get back on the inside with a turn of him that kept the smaller man in his view. He knew it was drugs. Didn't much matter why Malcolm was on them on its face - he was suffering withdrawal symptoms and that could manifest as a lot of things.

"Stealin' copper pipe for moonshine ain't such a crazy idea now, is it." It wasn't a question. Raylan gestured forwards. They had steps to go. "They got you on somethin' heavy." That also wasn't a question. "What are your meds for?"