Ellever's sitting at the piano in the community center, putting together a phrase in the spirit language to try and record, when she hears the familiar footfalls of Soldat enter the room. He's behind her at first, but she can glean a quick pace that might mean he isn't just on one of his patrols.

When she turns to greet him, the question is already in the air. Crowley.

She hasn't seen him in quite a while, and frowns thoughtfully.

"No, sorry, I haven't. Do you mean in general or this morning?"