The shock of seeing Klaus wore off slowly, but the more Klaus spoke and the more he neared a fracture that threatened to crumble, the hot anger that hadn't dissipated by his appearance roiled around in Raylan's gut. It went further than just indignation, deeper than any self-preservation still working in high gear in the back of his head. His head tilted down, eyes dark and furious over the tension in his jaw.

"No. Better that he ain't. Doc and Malcolm aren't here either." Raylan's hands pulled back, one coming up to try and prop on the gun that wasn't there and it only pissed him off more.

"But if we're dead-" They must be right? He could still feel the separation of his guts from their proper place, the raw terror that encouraged him to turn the world over to get away if he had to. "Then we're going to get somethin' outta this place for it."

It was more than a threat. It was a promise and while Raylan would get one answer, the demand of his satisfaction wouldn't be confined to this second Mathis. God help the first human-type form the township should take.