The silence was it's own admonishment for Raylan snapping; the only thing that would hang around after he had, even back home. Trying to fill it felt like it would only lead to excuses. All he could hope was that it was as forgivable as the last time he lost his temper. It was no one's fault but his own.

When the light clicked, Raylan lifted his head from the thumb rubbing of his eyes he'd been doing, looking up at Doc and his offerings for another long second before taking them both, light then the pack. The light was set down in favor of him puling out a cigarette, lighting it and handing the pack back. He could see these for what they were - soft offerings of comfort in a situation where there was very little of that to be found in the first place.

"We should probably save as much battery life as we can," he started, voice just as subdued as it was before and making absolutely no move to turn off the torch, smoke curling out with his words as he dropped his head back to close his eyes. "In a minute."