"Heat?" The Soldier hadn't even noticed that. They blink slowly, thoughtfully, but don't trip. They helped make those docks, they know every inch of them, even half-asleep. "I haven't been back to the house yet. Not for long. I will. Have to check that." Maybe chivvy Aziraphale home for a little while to warm up, promise the angel to watch the church for him for a little while. Even if the church also has heat, it's a bigger space, harder to keep warm. Also less comfortable.

"You don't need to worry," they say after another couple steps, on actual earth now. "I've done this before. It might be. Normal. For after a mission."