"Well. Raylan is from Kentucky." Doc doesn't elaborate as if everyone ought to know that you have to be able to eat anything if you're from Kentucky, although his tone might have implied some gentle Southern ribbing. He would have said the same about Georgia but they already know Doc would eat anything. They'd probably have to stop him from giving himself food poisoning at some point when the supplies inevitably run out again.

"Speaking of that particular devil. I haven't seen anything of his, but. This is a big building and there are many rooms." He isn't sure if he should bother trying to collect everything up and return them to their respective owners or if it might seem a little intrusive, like he'd been particularly nosy and wanted to grab all the fragments of everyone's lives that he could find.