"Let me help. How're they connected? I assume we're gonna need some kind of tool to get them off, right?"

Yes god, give him a task that he can put himself into and not give any breath to what he was still reliving in the back of his head. As a kid that suffered abuse, a violent ugly abuse, some chloroforming didn't seem that bad - Raylan would have taken such soft abuse instead of what he'd gotten but that thought made him feel like shit. There was no comparing their traumas, that's not how it worked.

"They'd be harder to break too. Safer for you. I'm sure we can find a tool set or somethin' in a garage that's close by."