"Oh, no," Crowley says. "Aziraphale will want in on it, too, I imagine."

She shivers and he turns to look at her. He doesn't hear anything, but he looks out to the town, to see if he can hear anything out there. Nothing. So many strange things over the last few days, it's really a wonder he's escaped them this far.

He's terrible at comforting anyone. Never knew how to do it his whole life. He can't even really remember being very good at it when he was an angel---though to be honest, that was a very long time ago. What would Aziraphale do? Be his charming self, Crowley imagines, and that would be enough to make the person he was with feel light and comforted. Crowley isn't like that at all.

He gestures to Xayah to come closer. "Come here," he offers. "I don't see anything, I'll let you know if I do."