You're not filling the Soldier with certainty, here, Aziraphale. (Come on. It'll help. It's not like anything we see can be worse than what we saw all last week. You don't know that. I can't even fucking imagine anything worse than what we saw last week.) It focuses on the angel's shoulder. It's not sure if it can tell him to stop... but it can at least promise to try. "Okay. I don't care what you see. Technicians know everything anyway."

It settles on its heels on the floor. Hesitates a moment before letting Aziraphale touch it, and says, "Not. Not my name. Okay? Anything else."