It's in all the little things. The voices, the dread, the fog, the sheer emptiness of the place, the way they got here. All the little clues they can find haven't led them to any satisfying answers or good conclusions about the people who came before them.

But it's not so easy to sum up a bad vibe or what your gut instincts are screaming into one sentence.

"Better than you," Doc replies instantly with the confidence and surety of a man with a list of sins longer than he can count, looking deadly serious before he turns to look over at Raylan and cracks a suspiciously flirtatious smile.

The head tilt and small shrug comes as an afterthought. "Probably." There wasn't no paperwork or briefings or briefings after the briefings about the briefings every time he drew any of his weapons or used them, after all.