Raylan smirked. He'd heard that kinda sigh from Art more than a few times.

"Good, good. Well, we are down here in Lexington and your Bright came in with a.. very interesting story and clearly no time or love of the FBI. or hell, maybe they've already told him no already but either way, here he is. I just needed to verify his story before I start pulling any man hours off 'other' cases."

While he spoke, Raylan lazily looked through the case file that had been dropped on his desk. and the casual slant of his expression tightening as he glances at the conference room Malcolm was standing in.

"Anything I need to know about him?"