Raylan drew in a breath between his teeth as Tony started prodding around the wound. Even without looking, he was aware of what was happening on his leg. He could still feel it, but whatever it was he felt, he didn't exactly care. Like the pain of it was happening to someone else--someone who likely deserved it. "Careful," he managed, his tone sounding more lazy than the warning he'd intended. "I'm gonna need that later." Meaning the leg, not the bullet.