"Yeah," Raylan replied, confused once again by the oddities of the man he'd found himself saddled with. "That thing people do most of the time when the sun ain't up."

Sliding into the driver's seat of his car, he closed the door and adjusted his hat as Malcolm slid in next to him, sighing.

"Need some things," he echoed, though with his accent it came out a bit like 'thangs' as his hazel mixed eyes gauge Malcolm. "And it's things you absolutely can't do without for one night," he half questioned, half stated.