"Well, shit in one hand, wish in the other I guess." It wasn't nice or pretty but not much about Raylan was, to be honest.

"There's gotta be somethin' here that isn't there. Somethin' beyond the fuckin' drapes-" The creepyass red tint to everything that Raylan had pointedly ignored in his panic to find Neal and Negan, specifically. "-that's useful. Maybe somethin' about what brought us here." Or what killed them. Or how to stop it. Or how to do anything but stand still and breakdown in helpless grief. He could feel the fractional threat of it, one that was promptly burnt out by resilient fury.

"You see anythin' on your way here?" He assumes that Klaus kind of.. walked blindly here, no one was going to be too attentive fresh out of being turned into lawn art, but he couldn't help but ask.