"Covers more ground that way. Pick a house, any house with a garage, scrounge around." The direction came with an aimless waggle of his finger as he broke off towards the far side of the street. Raylan needed the space, without a doubt. More talking was not going to solve the stoked embers in his stomach or the urge to hit something that simmered in his palms.

He wasn't mad at Doc or Malcolm per se; their concerns were valid to a point. Still, more roadblocks did little to help his disposition. He needed a win, any win and felt more than a little strung out by his own frustrations. The silence and isolation, the simple task to busy his hand a welcome distraction from himself was a good thing and he could take out a little steam on things carelessly batted off shelves, like an irritated cat.