Part of him had hoped for just sound, for the space to process what had just been shoved in his head, to reign in the wild anger that came at a man doing that to his son regardless of what the other, uglier options were. Mathis liked grinding his hopes into a powder.

So with the exact same look Raylan ends up giving Ainsley shortly after this, wild eyed, clearly spooked profession of innocence with nod of his head and an even "Mmhmm. Yeah, just. Little too deep in thought as to what mighta gone on in this place. You ever see House on Haunted Hill? That old Vincent Price movie? This place feels like that."

He glanced up and down Malcolm, checking that the urgency wasn't tied to his direct well being. "What were you sayin?"