They could talk about that opinion later. Raylan pulled the door open as quietly as he could without taking forever and slipped in, keeping one hand back and around to subconsciously keep Malcolm behind him. The place looked like it had once been a communal space with some offices - Raylan would bet money there was a food kitchen in the back, doors to the outside and they could hear Quarles shuffling around in the back before a heavy door was thrown open.

Raylan glanced behind him, fingers cautionary as they crept forwards before he pointed downstairs. There was a basement here, he was sure of it. Wasn't there always a fucking basement.