"Alright. Let's convene a little later." When they're all settled in, a little more awake, and have a better idea of what they want to accomplish for the rest of the day.

Hopefully he won't come back to another blank stare at an imaginary friend.

He gives Malcolm some time and space to himself and drags his bag into the adjacent room without bothering to even step into the other one or have a look around the rest of the house. There's a bed and a window. That's enough to draw him in and sit down, scrub his face tiredly in his hands and shuffle back far enough to sit against the headboard.

Well. Raylan did say something about idle hands. Better to be in this together and have troubles to look forward to than nothing at all.