Winona was yammering behind Raylan, talking about her sister and Lord the mess that they created in the nursery, he shoulda seen it - but the stream of conciousness fell short as Winona caught sight of the strange, well dressed man. She glanced at Raylan for his reaction to help gauge hers, face tight with a sudden subtle fear.

Raylan smiled softly, smally at Malcolm as he set the playpen and bag down.

"Winona, meet Malcolm.." He was going to include a last name and then realized he didn't know which one to use. "He's a profiler I've worked with on a few cases."

Winona looked back at Raylan, brow pinching a little.

"I thought you said you weren't on a case."

"I'm not."

Winona looked at Malcolm again and huffed an 'I'm being stupid' kinda breath with a shake of her head. "Sorry. Nice to meet you. Raylan didn't tell me to expect to be meetin' anyone." And yet, she still came in a pencil skirt and stiletto heels, a style that generally, Malcolm was used to seeing now and then in New York.