As they came up to it, the door was technically already open, cracked and silent beyond. Raylan glanced at Malcolm with a surprised little shrug of his eyebrows before he was pressing against the door frame and using his boot to slowly push in the door. Just as slowly, he slid forward and peeked around the door.

It was clear. Oddly clear. The room had been half trashed - a struggle had happened. Malcolm would note the claw marks on the headboard of one of the two twin beds, both slept in. One foot in front of the other led Raylan in, muzzle swinging up to the ready as he checked the bathroom with the same skillful caution.

"Clear," he called, going far enough to check the single closet as well, just in case. "If they were here, they're gone now," he sighed, lowering his weapon.