As soon as the figure answered, Doc's grip loosened on his Colt. Relief washed over the infamous gunslinger and he took a few steps towards her. Damn it. He should have known if anyone ended up in wherever this was, it would be Wynonna. His expression softened as he looked at her and Doc holstered his gun. Before he could say anything else, the baby in his arms gave a soft cry, providing its momma with all the proof she needed.
"It's me, darlin and this little girl just spoke for herself. Kind of like how you always do," Doc replied. Despite the situation they both just found themselves in with a child they clearly both did not believe they'd be raising, a small smile twitched beneath Doc's mustache.
Doc stepped forward again, free hand held out in front of him to show Wynonna that he was unarmed and not about to go for either of his two guns or the knife he carried one him. The hand still had the bloody bandage from where Bobo had stabbed a knife straight through his knuckles. A reminder that Doc was no longer immortal, but for the moment, the thought was a little further off from his mind.
"It would appear as if she is just like her momma. Outspoken. Tough as nails. And beautiful."