Raylan glanced sidelong over at Malcolm at that reaction. Eager indeed. He didn't understand why. Maybe it was just the way Malcolm was. A little Manic in Everything. If he were a softer man, he mighta been swayed a little by how dejected Malcolm had suddenly become.

"Not til after we deal with the house," he said, returning his eyes to Doc.

"And to be perfectly honest with the both of ya, this splitting headache is gonna need some quiet and I need a walk." Thank you, but he'd be going by himself. "I grew up in hills, the forest here ain't got much to surprise me with."

Raylan cleared his plate and poured the rest of his coffee down his throat in one long drink before standing up and dropping his dishes off into the sink. "I'm gonna get dressed. We should get goin' in case this storm gets worse."