His features shift in a facial shrug, but he doesn't comment any further on it; he supposes there's no point arguing it, is there?

Raylan is desperate for a reason, or purpose, or finding something, keeping his mind from stopping to catch up with the reality of everything, and it's a frenetic energy that Klaus can't currently match. He's gone the whole other direction, since his initial freak out with Negan earlier. Everything's muted, on the brink of shutting down, just to escape the endless waterfall of emotions he can barely contain.

He shakes his head, numb to the fire Raylan is trying to light under his own feet. "No, it looks the same." As much as he hadn't paid attention, what bits did float into his conscious awareness at the time seemed all the same to him. He wasn't really the observer type in the group, though.