As Malcolm started gearing himself up and looked at Raylan, the Marshal's only response was a silent acceptance with the raise of his eyebrows, wrinkling his forehead as he nodded oh so faintly. It was only after Malcolm started heading towards the door that he dared let his amusement at Malcolm's.. he wasn't even sure what to call it. Tim raised his eyebrows in return and gestured towards the front door in invitation for Raylan.

Smirking, Raylan eyed his best working friend and followed Malcolm out, answering the phone call ringing on his phone.

"Givens," he answered, strolling towards his car and making a brief eye contact with Malcolm before he opened his door and slipped into the driver seat. "Uh-huh, where at? Good. Send me the exact address."

As he closed the phone, Raylan squinted, turning on the car. "The locals found her car at a hotel. Maybe she got spooked. We're heading there now."