He didn't see sunshine; it was still grey outside, but he did see Sunshine.

When Raylan stalked back to the stairs, Malcolm followed to the doorway of the living quarters, watching with some interest as Raylan processed the situation in his way.

"If they're manipulating the environment, then there's at least some degree to which it's contrived," Malcolm pointed out, almost jogging to keep up with Raylan's long-legged stride out onto the path.