He walked through, chuckling. "You'll get the hang of it, sooner or later," Raylan assured. "And no, it wasn't, because you had nowhere else to go. Trust me when I say you don't wanna stay at any 'motel' that Harlan might offer. Might wake up without your kidneys."

Trotting back down the stairs, Raylan opened the door in turn for Malcolm as they broke out onto the street.