Let's be real here, Luce, Duke apparently just beat one of his partners unconscious with a pipe, they were both lucky he wasn't spiraling harder than he was.

"Right." He nodded again, sharper this time, and hurried past Lucifer into the boat proper, careful not to brush against him as he went. He'd prep the bed, get out one of his insanely large first aid kits. Some painkillers and ice packs. (Nitron gloves so he could check Lucifer over in case the wounds hadn't closed up properly for some reason.) A radio, so they could check what the squirrels might be saying.

Booze. A lot of it.

Okay then.