There was a careful, studied silence around the angel, as he kept his back turned, kneeling by his own case.

"That's true," he said finally, and stood, folding a pair of trousers as he went. "Ellie," Aziraphale continued, carefully considering each word before he spoke it, "I wasn't sure we'd find her either, or that it would be easy or simple. I still have my doubts, greatly so, and I was worried you'd put too much faith in this trip."

The trousers he placed on the bed, for the moment. "If not this one, then another, though. And the influx of demonic activity -" the dresser shook as he opened a drawer and slammed it shut, intentionally, to scare off any listeners, like the one he could feel prickling, too near for his tastes "- at least says we're in the right spot."