Instead of answering, Raylan gave him a flat, dry and unimpressed look.

"Look, you can lie to anyone else you want but I'm from Harlan, Kentucky. We know a thing or two about addicts. Granted, they're on opioids but most pharmaceuticals are now." One hand gestured out, index and thumb fingers coming together as he moved. Kentucky had an opium problem and had for years, directly caused by big Pharma. That was a different piece of fat for Raylan to chew over. "You ain't the first I've seen in the throes of detox.

Though somehow, Malcolm managed to make it not look as terrible as some Raylan had seen. The composure of him was something of note.

Raylan gestured towards the single door option they had available to them. "You first."