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Malcolm's itchy nature was setting something off in Raylan, an almost contrary need to linger and take his time but he was trying to be less of an asshole, sorta. Not that that meant he was going to move any faster than he already was.

Raylan hummed noncommittally as he pushed back too his feet, collecting the file and starting towards the door. "See, the thing about Kentucky is that most everyone has a gun and they are not too concerned about who they're pointed at. I know you're used to New York and whatever Mafia gangster ways they've got goin' on up there, but down here, you'll find tact and patience in low supply." He paused for a half moment, watching Malcolm's face.

"The chances of someone drawing down on you is highly probable."