Doc wouldn't find any - it was a painfully uninteresting building in that, just weathered by the salty air but Raylan had tossed it with a certain kind of focused vigour. The floor creaked but only slightly; it was a newer home, whatever its age.

"Tend to be runnin' short on that nowadays, faith." Raylan smirked sadly as he opened the door and lead the way into a warm front room, pulling off his hat to card the other through his hair as he shivered off the cold of the dark. Gesturing at the chair in front of the fire, the solitary one he'd been sitting in on and off for the past few days and getting the worst half hour of sleep he'd ever gotten in his life, he continued. "Fire's gonna need some wood but I've got a stack of it in the back. Make yourself at home, I ain't claimed either of the rooms so it's gentleman's choice."