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Raylan hummed as they stepped into the unflattering light of the precinct, letting his ruminations and assumptions about the lot of them simmer in the back of his head as he watched JT call Malcolm out on his desk supply ignorance, smirking.

He didn't know where Gil's office really was so it was best Malcolm go get it, leaving the cowboy alone in an awkward silence with the Detective who sized him up in a look and a half before disinterestedly looking back at his computer screen.

Raylan wasn't good at small talk and wasn't going to try to strike up a conversation with a guy who looked like he wouldn't be impressed if the second coming came. He was grateful when Malcolm returned; moving boxes onto the dolly was a useful task for idle hands.