Raylan smirked at the way Malcolm remembered and turned back to the box, pulling a few out and pushing up to his feet, looking them over til Malcolm called his attention again. Unsure what Malcolm had, Raylan ambled over and huffed a breath, eyebrows raising.

"It is. My prefered form of undershirt. We'll take that too," he said, taking it from Malcolm and tucking it under his arm. "I've got the belts, left a few here, but we've got plenty of time. I can find a box to put it all in," he said, glancing around in the start of that action for one that would work. Maybe he just upends the scavenger box and he takes that.