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There was no helping the glance back at Malcolm just in time to catch his warning look, and somewhere, in the back of the Marshal's head, a light bulb flickered to life.

"Trust me, there's not much of anything to see, unless you've got a pension for dead trees and a lotta open land." It was subtle, but Raylan was making sure to mind his accent to stop it from lapsing too far. He knew full well how a good accent could build up some very incorrect assumptions. "But they do, yes. We're currently looking to stop some domestic terrorism that's rooted in a nearby county. An outlying connection and problem of it's own is why we're up here and the NYPD was kind enough to loan Malcolm to us."

He wasn't going to ask about or use last names here; that felt like a whole can of worms.