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He lifted his eyebrows with an approving bob of his head as he took to people watching those that had already gathered. He couldn't help it, really. The Marshal in him was already running down the list of White collar crimes that some of those collected had already done and it wasn't small. As much as he tried to see the best of people, the statistics alone were in his favor.

"Always fashionably late?" Raylan smirked. "Your family likes to be showstopper, don't they?" If Malcolm was included in that, it was purely a compliment.

"That's her day job, huh? Charities?" He couldn't imagine how that worked but he was sure that it had, flawlessly by any outsiders estimation.