Pacing may not be accomplishing anything, but it's certainly better than crawling up the walls, which is what Crowley really wants to do. They're no closer to waking up the comatose people, they haven't made a dent in the monsters, and everything here is basically fucked.

And, oh, look, this person just brought up his favorite subject.

"No," he hisses. "Sssstill sssssitting pretty up in her little ivory tower, directing all the chaos down here."