Raylan nodded, pushed to his feet and strode out, taking the time in the main bathroom to wash his face and teeth, pull himself back into the most general mask that he wore in the world, instead of the softer one that Malcolm had gotten a glance at.

Nine minutes later, he was downstairs, hat and jacket on over the tshirt and red flannel top-shirt that underlined it all.

"Ready for the cold," he asked as Malcolm came down, leading towards the door.