"Most people don't need to," Malcolm murmured.

When they suddenly reached the end of the stairs, he was distracted by the rust and the glass and the wind and at Raylan's question, he looked at him suddenly and quizzically. ".....Does anyone have a phone that works?"

It wasn't sarcasm; he was genuinely asking. He had no reception. There was no network.

A beat and he added "Who are you looking to call?"