His expression tilted and curled in amusement, giving Malcolm all the room he might need to finish that sentence. Raylan doubted Malcolm would stumble into anything too revealing but the stumble at all said enough. Not like he needed it confirmed, but Raylan liked the attention and he'd let Malcolm flounder, just to enjoy the look on his face.

"A few times, I imagine. No magical fairy to collect usable clothes from the houses, relocate them here.. Maybe once it's bare it'll refill. If not, I suggest we tear the sign down so we're not giving hope to people. Or going and refilling the racks with what we find ourselves.. Probably a smarter option, that one."