"Yes Malcolm. Now go get dressed," he nudges gently. At least, Doc had assumed that was what the Marshal had had in mind all this time. Raylan had not yet explained how they were going to lure the mysterious figure to cross the plank over to their side - if he needed a plate of warm cookies to be waved around, he had failed to mention it - but he obviously has a plan when they get there.

Long coat, check. Hat, check. Boots, check. Gun belt, with all the accoutrements in the holsters, check.

"You can have the middle," he offers to Malcolm. It should be lighter and he's got cover from his front and rear, should he need it.