Mercifully he didn't need one. He'd managed a t-shirt earlier, by himself even, though it hurt like hell to move around that way. He was vaguely awake when Raylan crashed inside, brought around from dreams of fire by the thunder.

"Raylan?" It's half a mumble, but he's quickly becoming more focused as he sees the marshal's panic. He grits his teeth and levers himself upright. "What's going on? What's happening?"

Is there even enough time to ask?