"Don't get dere to begin wif," Dusty figured. "Maybe try not smacking bigger dudes dan you in da face." He'd raised his brow. Dusty was all for starting fights, just the ones that he knew he could finish. "I don't know. Maybe a punch to te kidney?" It was probably what he'd have done if someone had thrown him on his back, but that would require Caelan to be able to throw a punch to begin with.<br/><br/>"Depends what type a man got you on your back," he reasoned. Dusty, in that state, would have only returned violence for violence. It was probably a good thing that Caelan hadn't escalated the interaction, or made to defend himself. It would have only got worse from there, as precarious as it had been. "Your best bet is keeping distance and blowing a hole in dere chest." He nodded towards their firearms on a dresser beside the door, the shotgun sitting in the corner.<br/><br/>Dusty stood in the window, mason jar in hand as he watched the boat rock with the wind through the sheets of rain. Caelan had cleaned up the mess from the night before, but Dusty moved to set containers out to gather rainwater. It might prove useful later, especially if they were stuck for any period of time.<br/><br/>"Well, at least dere's fresh wata." Dusty was probably cleaner than he had been in a while, on account of his impromptu shower. Going back out had cleaned him up of the mud he'd caked on himself from the night before. With nothing better to do, he started to put the home back in order to how they found it, aside from what they were still currently using. "You try da cobbler?" he asked.