The touch does as is probably expected, and makes the Soldier jackknife away and scramble back, though at least unlike the dream event from before, it manages not to lash out. It backs itself up against the nearest wall, panting and staring at nothing for a long minute, before hearing its designation finally breaks through and it seems to see Aziraphale again.

And flinches, remembering the last time this happened in the angel-slash-technician's presence. "Sorry. Sorry." Half-sure it must have hit someone again, not aware of what happened between the memories taking over and finding itself halfway across the room.