The sound of another voice that wasn't one of the 1306 house was almost shocking in it's nostalgia of a time he wasn't here, settled with four other men who otherwise filled his sound space. It was sharp enough in his ears to rattle him from the lizard brain's instinctual focus, head swiveling that way so he could stare for a long second before his body kicked into gear. 

"Max?" His hat was forgotten as he started walking towards her, another blood splattered mound of something on the snow in the echoes of the wreck of his demise. As much as he wanted to trust what his eyes were telling him, her being here must mean... Shit, not her too. He'd only met her once, but that didn't matter at all. No one should have to suffer...

Raylan focused ahead of him, one hand being held out in invitation for whatever Max wanted - a hug, a touch of confirmation that neither of them were hallucinating and, if she wanted nothing at all, a gesture towards her as he closed the distance as quickly as he could without breaking into a jog. Having legs proverbially three and a half miles long gave him a broad stride and made short work of it. 

"Max. Shit. Are you okay?" First things first and nevermind that he was oblivious to the slight progress his shocked eye betraying wetness had tried to clean off.