The fraction of a turn his head had taken turned back towards the sniper, dark eyes trying to see what he could see in the darkness that was only illuminated by the random crack of lighting that filled the mouth of the tunnel they were hiding in with light.

"They will give a shit about you too, if you let them," he found himself saying. "If you take down even half a wall." Somehow, he doubted Tim was willing, but he could hope. He thought it might do the man some good. To figure out how to human with the Feeling creatures that Raylan had pulled into his orbit.

"But we got a shower with a lock. Clothes that'll fit you for once you're out. Fire to warm yourself by. I'll probably take my chair, nearby. Been a few weeks since I've slept in it." Sleeping in the living room meant sleeping in the center of the house, the first to sound an alarm if needed - where he belonged.