Yeah, he's seen that look vaguely resembling a thousand yard stare before. Whatever case Raylan was making for Malcolm's state of mind, it's not looking good.

Taking a couple of silent steps backwards before Malcolm notices him, Doc knocks on the open door, just his hand and the bottom half of one leg visible from the edge of the doorframe.

"Are you decent? Raylan's brought your suit, downstairs and uh. Suppose I'll be moving in next door."