"Ghostbusters?" He glanced around the room, finally looking away from the view from the windows. "Not call. Take a picture. Nevermind. I'm going to go out, see if there's any sense of where the root of this place is. We're too high for a door or a road down and somehow I doubt there's a rope ladder."

Setting one hand on his hat, Raylan tried to push the door open a little more for a broader step, cussing with a 'shit' as he slams his shoulder into it, too confident in it moving. Sliding himself out instead, he stepped out into sharp wind, free hand curling around his chest as he eyed the horizon. He was still damp from laying on the floor and the wind felt like a million needles on his back and any bare skin he had showing.