The Marshals watched the conversation continue, only twitching slightly at the lift and fall of the gun but neither of them were trigger happy, so the profiler got the space he needed. Now without hostages and with a wall to his back, Nick only had a couple of choices under such freely focused attention.

"Kick it away," Raylan instructed. They weren't out of the woods yet.

Raylan felt twenty times better after Nick did just that, kicking the gun towards Malcolm with a scuff of his foot against the floor. As soon as it was clear, Raylan was moving in, holstering his gun in favor of his handcuffs that hid far too well under the suit jacket he wore. "Hands behind your back," he continued, cuffing the suspect swiftly as Tim came in, hand out to Malcolm for the piece as his other took Nick under the arm.

"Not too shabby, New York," Tim praised in his short, to the point way before starting off towards the exit, leaving one slightly irritated Raylan to eye Malcolm in all his subtle smug victory.

"You ever get between me and a suspect again, I swear to God I'll shoot you myself," he said, the words growling a little with his frustration, both at Malcolm and Tim's unhelpful praise, before following suit. "Civilians with civilians. Would you have pulled that shit if we didn't have backup?"