On sight of the socks, Raylan's toes screamed in eager anticipation, louder than anything else, the bite of the cold not well warded by the leather lined snakeskin boot he wore. He can't help but move forward, a curious glance cast about the room before he was pulling over a rickety table chair, pulling one boot off and grabbing a sock.

"Any tellin' what kinda mine?" Tell him anything other than coal - not that any mining was pleasant work but some was a little less dangerous than others. That and he didn't ever want coal mine dust on his hands again. "And why? What's over there, another settlement? Supplies?"

With a quickness, both socks are put on and his feet shoved back into his now snug boots so that he could quickly get the processes of pull off his wool and denim jackets off and get the shirt on over his henley.