"Maybe a year or so. I've never needed one - I stab through the top with a knife." No knives here that can do that though. He needed Ellie's help the first time but he's figured out the can opener after that. Bold of Raylan to assume Wynonna didn't get into his pants sooner though, honestly.

Back then it was just a few of them in a dark and lonely town, just a restaurant and a few houses. The only thing they were worried about was each other, and how they were going to survive. Doc would have tried to pacify Raylan saying as much, but he's not sure if it's better to get him to bottle it up and quash it down or if it would help for him to let it out down here, in relative privacy.

"Raylan," he says quietly, his voice barely able to be heard over the cursing and swearing. "Just stop, for a minute. Please." Doc deploys the p word very sparingly. Though he's not sure if Raylan can hear him right now.