They can feel that glare. The usual desire to duck and soothe wars with the need to keep the gun ready and senses alert. The latter impulse wins, narrowly. Can't shut down in the middle of a potential war zone, and it's still a ways across the square to get to the Invincible.

They look away, so at least they can't see Crowley's expression. "I'm sorry. I didn't see another way."