Crowley spares one last look at Aziraphale, and then flies out, waving a hand to ensure the door shuts securely behind them.

All right, time to give a shit. About, you know, anyone. He soars over the table, seeing all the stupid people who were stupid enough to trust the spirits. They're all asleep, all completely helpless. With a wave of Crowley's hand, their cutlery stands to attention and dives towards the spirits if they make a move towards them, and Crowley drops down to grab the first person nearest him, to carry back to the Invincible.