"I'm not sure they do," the Soldier says slowly, finishing putting away the bread and the last batch of Aziraphale's cookies, and several more of the fucking canned peaches. "I found Eve asleep after a full day, and she hadn't been touched. And this isn't all the spirits-- just some of them. The little ones don't attack, my own contact didn't attack, I looked for them. They aren't a faceless, endless horde."

They shift more ingredients from cupboard to counter. Going to make sandwiches for now, and start a stew that will be ready next time they come back. (God we are so fucking hungry. Hurry up with that, wouldja? Calm your ass, I'm working on it.) They then use the counter to heave themselves back to their feet.