[ Raylan nods, his boots scuffing a little on the floor as he strolls further inside, one hand coming to rest on his hip. He's noticed it too, the eerie just-left-ness of the place, demonstrable through the practicalities. Food, power, the sense that everything's just running itself. ]

'S like everyone just disappeared. [ It's a light, curious remark, like they're just sussing out a hypothetical situation together. ] Or like they're all just... hidin'. Poppin' up to flip a kebab on the grill when I turn my back. Is that your radio, or just one you found?