"Yeah," Raylan answered, head lifting from the upright but clearly deboned position on the couch. He'd managed to get to a sitting position but not much further, knees spread wide, hat somewhere in Malcolm's room. His brain slowly roused him back to current events and his forehead pinched.

"Malcolm." Like he was just realizing he was there. "You okay?" He lifted a hand, gesturing for him to come sit down, be that next to Raylan and possibly Doc? or not.