She places her hand on Aziraphale's shoulder, giving him a long look, and then stands up, pulling the cowl of her coat tighter around her face.

"I'm ready." She moves to stand next to the door, ears twitching as she's trying to asses and separate the sounds coming from the outside.

"Don't mind how you bring them in, just toss them on the floor. They'll be fine from a few bruises." She certainly won't coddle them- they should be happy she's doing this much to help them instead of just standing aside and letting them die. She has every reason to do just that.