The Soldier manages not to fall on their ass, just barely, at Aziraphale suddenly surging to his feet and bumping off their hand. They blink once, digesting the idea of a church hurting Crowley somehow, then pick themselves up.

"Okay. I'll come." Feels like someone should keep an eye on Aziraphale. He's being as erratic as Crowley usually is, albeit for pretty good reason. "Though you have time."