Malcolm's attention perked up a little when Raylan mentioned his father had died in a prison hospital, but he didn't comment on it. He wasn't going to go offering information about his own father, in a hospital prison for the rest of his life.

He looked down at what he felt was his understated suit and tie, running a hand down the front of his waistcoat.

"I have... other clothes," he said. "At the hotel." A beat. "But yes. Is the answer to your question." It helped that his colleagues in New York also felt he overdressed.