Opting to slip his travel bag on one of the barstools seats, Raylan gathered the glass and freely ambled towards it, one hand propping on his hip as he considered it.

"Do you actually use them?" He couldn't imagine that Malcolm did but he was learning to not assume much with the profiler. "I mean.. why?"

He wasn't pissing on it, he just... didn't understand. There were weapons here that he didn't even know the name for.