"Yes, well..." He doesn't know what to say about any of it. He's a bit out of sorts. Enough so that he takes a bit of comfort in Crowley leading the way, thinking up all the practical things to do. He can only nod. Ice packs. Dry cleaning. Definitely. Restaurant.

"Surely there must be somewhere worth eating at. Though honestly, what I want most is a stiff drink and a bath? Care to join me?" He's trying to be flippant and jovial but sounds a bit strained, adrenaline still going through him.