Raylan chuckled. "That isn't inaccurate. Good job, by the way."

He glanced over when he could, watching Malcolm preen and prod at his suit and face with a crooked smile. "As far as I know," he replied, breaking into a full grin. "His wasn't the prettiest after getting slammed into that tree."

It had been good to have the help, without any personal touch to the subject or who they were chasing. He knew Malcolm was a Cop, for all intents and purposes, and it was equally just as good to see him working without getting a knife to the throat. What's a headbutt when you've broken your own hand to avoid getting killed?