Malcolm Bright

Pity was not what Raylan was expecting and it showed by the way his face shifted, hand turning out in silent question as he tried to figure out what, exactly, Malcolm was talking about. A look that only settled more as he continued.

Raylan pushed himself to his feet with an, "Okay."

"Look," he started with a sigh, one hand habitually pushing the robe away so it could find his hip, off hand still in full talk/gesture mode. "I don't know what it is that you think you're seein' but there's nothin' there. She'd rather I follow schedule. I can't right now. That's all it is."