Raylan gave him a sidelong, wholly amused smirk that flashed his teeth as Malcolm adjusted further. "There's only two types, right?" He had no idea. "New York money tends towards Italian and everyone seems to want to mention it."

Yes. 'Fancy' is what he'd meant. Raylan had a suit but it was saved for special occasions like court appearances and he didn't want to think what someone like Malcolm would think of it.

"They don't serve breakfast, but I don't have to worry about anyone minding my coming and going and it's a single bill. It works for my current situation." Technically homeless but working and doing something he was good at. He figures it could be worse.