Malcolm Bright

Raylan nodded. There was no better way to put it. The question got a shrug and nod. Sure he could tuck away whatever Malcolm didn't want.

"Gets me into doors, gives me a.. social currency that they don't have." The words were followed with a healthy bite. After all, Raylan wasn't sure when his next meal would come.

"I'm sure you've got some version of that, with your situation."