"I swear to god if that's a fat joke," he threatened weakly with a grunt as he pushed himself up and felt around for the earthen wall to lean himself against. The tunnel wasn't wide enough to avoid his boot finding Doc's, a sudden contact that Raylan wasn't mad at. It was grounding, in its own way.

He closed his eyes, focused on his breathing and minding his limbs. "Nothin' broken." Just a little shaken up. "Ladder was probably old as shit you know."

AKA - It's not your fault it broke, Doc.