Letting Malcolm climb out of his lap and to his feet, Raylan grabbed his hand and hauled himself to his feet, setting them right out towards Baneberry with a heavy breath.

"Let's hope the doors are wide enough. They'll have to deal with beaten sheets instead of clean ones but it'll be a start." Nevermind that there were washers and dryers around but in the chaos of now, Raylan's brain wasn't really remembering or factoring those in.