Malcolm is always pleasantly surprised when they come to him for any kind of expertise or help. This marks the second time today, after Raylan asked him to help build the bridge.

The house he'd been in had yielded nothing of use, but when Doc hands him the rope, he turns it over in his hands, examining it carefully, pulling on it to test it. Questions from Doc or Raylan were to be given proper consideration, not pat answers.

"Looks like braided nylon rope." He looks at Doc. "Good quality. Suggests nautical applications: anchor line or towing. Makes sense, since we're near the sea. Should hold the bridge easily."

He glances around. Yes, he's looking for Raylan.

"I hope Raylan found something because the house I was in didn't have any."