"It's not about that," Doc grunts, standing with his hands on his hips watching Raylan get ready to go. His shoulders are clearly still tense if Raylan's grip is anything to go by. His image is the last thing on his mind right now. If there are spores or something else down there and he'd just sent Raylan off on his own, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

"Here," he offers, crouching down and reaching behind himself to pick up and give Raylan another torch. So far so good. "Raylan, I--"

Don't be a chicken shit, Doc. Or just a shit in general.

"Be careful," he finishes weakly.