If Raylan hadn't warned him, he probably would have asked him, when he noticed her presence, lingering just this side of the kitchen island, if she was really there. As it was, he lifted his head to look over Raylan's shoulder and spotted her there.

He sighed faintly, letting go of his tight grip on Raylan sooner than he wanted to in order to start unbuckling himself.

Jessica stepped closer, still wary, eyeing them carefully.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Malcolm looked up from undoing his near wrist restraint. "Regular morning around here," he noted. Then paused. "If considerably later than usual," he said, squinting towards the window at the sunlight. Another pause and he looked at Raylan. "Do I smell coffee?"