Duke, a little achey and a little tired, had wandered out into the outfield for a bit of stargazing. And, against better judgement, had decided to walk backwards while staring up at the heavens, finding it a little more transporting that way. Also, a little more prone to stumbling. At least Nat's there to catch him from making his evening a whole lot worse.

"Oh shit, yeah, sorry bro." He looks curiously to her, and then to her cigarette. "Didn't mean to crash your quiet time or whatever."