That sounds like concern. Somehow it almost surprises him. He knew Soldat considered Crowley a "handler" of sorts, in this place, but were they actually close? Perhaps so.

He's too tired to spend much time analyzing relationships even when it's what his mind leaps to straightaway. He wants to go sit down and drink. Maybe have several cigarettes in a row. Job first, though.

"We ran into a pack of spirits made of solid stone and couldn't fight them with the usual weapons. There were too many, and too hard to bring down. Kept trying to restrain us. He freed the ones holding me down and then went straight for their leader with a grenade in his hand. There's... not much there now."