Malcolm glanced at Raylan as he moved up beside him, though beside him - rather than in front of him - was a concession to the other man's familiarity with the suspect.

"'Again'," he echoed looking from one to the other. "Okay." He leveled his gaze at Quarles and tilted his head towards the chair. "Needed a hit or just passing the time until you can find a way into Claremont?"