Crowley holds the broom handle, and looks at the handles. Bar the door, the human soldier person said. Bar the door, keep the things on the other side. Simple thing to do. It's the right thing to do, he thinks. He should stay in here, he should protect Aziraphale, he should---he should---

He slides the broom handle through the door. With an annoyed sigh at how incredibly soft he's become, he concentrates, blinking himself the foot between the door and the outside, so he is standing directly next to the human soldier person.

"Oh," Crowley says. "Oh, is that what's out here, then?"