Not for that. Eliot gave him a look. "Whatever it is, drop it," he said pointedly. "It happened, we all learned from it, and we were lucky that it wasn't worse." When people died, they were supposed to stay dead, but they'd been given a second pass here. The possessed had been exorcised. There were injuries but they would heal. He'd fought enough losing battles to know when to be grateful for the ones they'd taken. They'd seen where those weak points were in the armor and now something could be done about it. If he was going to have to be stuck here, with Lucifer free, they needed that harsh lesson to find that out.
"A few. Gave an idea of where work is needed," he said as he rose from his seat and headed for the cabinets. He was out of his league and had been from the beginning. Pulling open the fridge, he searched for a moment before finding an apple. He slammed the door shut and headed back to the table, sitting back down.
"Hopefully information is a little more forthcoming this time around."