Weird realization, innit, Crowley? Having friends. This strange embarrassment of social riches, people to care about who might actually care about you, back. The Soldier still can't quite wrap their head around it, and they've been grappling with the concept for a month and a half, now. It's nice, though. Better than the alternative.

For now, the Soldier gives them both a grim smile that's half a baring of teeth, then unbolts the door, kicks it open, and charges outside, gun down and firing on the nearest hostile, as much to get the spirits' attention as to actually take one down.

Focus on the threat, spirits, not the rescue squad....