Raylan nodded, rubbing at the bridge of his nose a little before re-adjusting his hat again with a deep breath. "I know the place," he confirmed. "I'd offer to hustle you back to said boardin' house, but big guy like yourself, I'm sure you coulda managed to get here without me findin' ya. Hate to greet and leave but.."

He was going to. Malcolm and the possibility of freezing to death was too real and possible a reality for him to roll out the welcome wagon.

"Pleasure meetin' ya, even if the situation and place is a fresh kinda hell. Come by the house sometime, we can say hello properly." Shoot the shit, all that small town jazz.

Raylan took a deep breath to steel himself against the oncoming weather, tipped his hat and hiked his collar tighter around his neck before heading towards the door.