Raylan stared after John for a half second before he strode to catch up, shoving his hands into his pockets in a failing attempt to retain some of his own body heat. The jokes didn't do a lot to hide what Raylan knew was brewing underneath the apathetic expression striding next to him. Of course his brain ran through the gamut of possibly but he knew well enough that John had likely run through a similar one.

He didn't offer his condolences or apologies - it was an empty useless lip service that he did not have the time or patience for.

"I don't suppose there's a spell track her, is there? Magic bein' this great big ol' thing?"