Shaking his head, Raylan took back to his amble, eyeing a box of shoes and accessories that might hold some belts. Better that then maybe staring a little too openly at Malcolm and his new sweater.

What was happening.

"Nah. I'm only one shirt and several pairs of jeans away from what I got at home. Jeans are harder here, lean and tall makes shopping a little more specific. This is where I picked up my jean jacket though, and all of the flannel I've got... You really don't mind the fit of women's clothes?"