Raylan straightened, bangs hung wildly in front of his face without his hat or hair product to keep it in its place and he looked up and over at Doc with an inhale and a nod before stepping over to take the cup with a breath as he surveyed what they'd done.

"Thanks," he said with a bob of his head as he took a sip, nodding at Malcolm with a faint lift of his chin and a gesture of a finger from his free hand. "Yeah. From end to end if ya don't mind; I wanna see how it does under our lightest weight."

Hazel eyes moved back over to Doc curiously. "What about you, Mister John Henry, how much you weigh?"