Malcolm let go at the wince, eyes scanning Gil with concern.

"Yeah. Doc's the dentist and Raylan is a US Marshal. They're both cowboys; we all call them the cowboys. Get dressed. We can go back to the house. I don't know if they're home right now but we can... have some coffee. Check those wounds. Get some lunch."

You know. Normal things. Everything's fine.

"They'll be back before nightfall at the latest."