God, she was one of those kinds of women. He wasn't unfamiliar. Thankfully, he could pee while being yelled at. A few moments later, and after he'd washed his hands, he reopened the door, a little unapologetic about the space he took up in it.

"Makes no sense at all to sit back and listen like we're a horror movie drive in. You've got Malcolm just about as terrified of himself as he is of his father-" And with the bruises on his face, Raylan looked like he didn't give much of a shit about if he got hit again as he gestured over her shoulder. "-and I've yet to see where a fear campaign really ever helped anyone. Now, you gonna let me go wake him up or are we going to stand here and get louder to get over his screams?"