"Flannel works on you," Malcolm protested. "It enhances the whole... rugged..." He made a gesture that sort of encompassed Raylan and then realized he was probably being weird and possibly obvious and his voice trailed off.

He cleared his throat.

As they approached the building his analytical gaze swept over it, taking in details. At Raylan's blessing, he looked both surprised and pleased and opened the door, stepping inside and looking around.

"It's been picked over, huh?" he noted, moving to look at the racks to the left of the door.