Malcolm was making his way down the hall in Raylan’s direction with a slightly quicker step than he’d used to depart the Marshal’s company, his face lighting as he spotted him.

“Raylan!” he exclaimed with too much enthusiasm for someone who’d discovered a facility where people were clearly held against their will, “They have real restraints in these rooms, I think I c…”

He was close enough to see Raylan’s face properly.

“Are you okay?”