Rachel exhales softly, the sound incredulous and aggravated at the same time.

"Why am I not surprised his dumb ass got dragged into whatever the hell this is," Rachel mutters, a little more of her twang lengthening the words with exasperation. "At least he's had someone to watch his back in the mean time."

She shifts so she's half-sitting on the edge of the table, her vision steadying enough that she can get a better look at Malcolm. "Did I hear you correctly? Doc Holliday?"