Raylan turned with Malcolm's shuffle, eyes darting the profilers way but landing back on Doc for all of a half second before Malcolm was bolting. He had hoped that Malcolm would hold tight for just a minute so they could walk out together, but apparently, Malcolm wanted to sprint.

"Goddamnit," Raylan said, glancing to Henry with a nod at the assertion and darting out the door, barely registering the reassurance. They were gonna have to get this man a damned leash.

"MALCOLM," Raylan yelled as he legged it behind the profiler. "STOP!"

He didn't want to tackle the man, but he was not afraid to.