Crowley scrambles behind the bar for a bit of paper and pencil, and scratches together a note for the human soldier person.

These are for you. I'll be waiting back at the Invincible when you're back. Don't die again. -C

Ugh. He cringes at how sentimental he sounds. He really needs to spend some time alone after all this to try to be less freaking soft.

He folds it up and hands it over to the man.

"What's in the bag?" he asks.