Raylan would have put money on vampires; anything was possible, and he would have gotten his money back for it in the end. But he stayed silent, letting Neal answer in his own time. First the rains, then the fog, then vampires? Where's the door off the ride? Neal's state looked a lot like basic blood loss, sans the gunshot or gut wound that should have caused it, except for the holes in Neal's neck. He might be simple sometimes, but Raylan wasn't stupid.

As Doc took over the towel, Raylan nodded at the directive. "That I can do." Stepping back out of the way, Raylan took off his hat and dropped it into an empty seat before pausing in pulling off his jacket to inspect the blood he hadn't noticed was there. "I'm fine, must be all his."

His eyes snapped back to Neal at the confirmation of vampires before glancing between the other two men to get a judge of how they took it, his jaw tensing slowly. God he hated being right.