If Malcolm hadn't, Raylan might have stood there forever. The sound of his voice pulled Raylan back out of his thoughts and he nodded briefly. "Let's walk around and talk inside." Shouting made his accent worse, drawing things out a little more with the force of his voice.

Walking around to the other side of the back outcropping, Raylan glared at the whole landscape, as pretty as it was and tilted his head down to head back inside the rusted out welltop, shuddering violently once the wind was off him. He shook his hat and put it back on his head before wrapping his arms around himself tightly and rubbing off what he could of the water and cold.

"I cannot die in this shithole of a place," was the first thing out of his mouth once Malcolm joined him, speaking about the tower specifically as well as the town at large. "How thick do you think the walls are. This goddamned town," he continued, muttering the last words as he started pacing back and forth. "Disseminate our situation now, Mr. Bright, where do you think we're standin'?"