[The Marshal stepped up to glance in over Malcolm's shoulder and leaned one shoulder on the door frame. The brim of his hat showed that he kept his head down after his cursory glance, passively listening for now. There was no guilt for sharing the barest of informations, though Will would be able to judge himself what was actually shared. It was fairly little, considering. He might not be peppering and pushing Will with questions but the more he heard the better he could gage for himself.
no subject
Of course, he left plenty of room for error.]