"Ah, very well. A good rule to have." He hadn't meant to be so rude, but. Well. He is very nervous, and it's a big day.

He places the 'plate,' cake and all, onto a nearby crate for safe-keeping. "I am Aziraphale, and I am from Earth. I've been at Beacon for a month now, and I wish to return home as I have very pressing matters to attend.

"I'm sure you do as well." He offers her a hand to shake.

"Will you give me your name?"