Aziraphael only presses his lips together and murmurs a quiet "Hmm," which is neither agreement nor rebuke for Crowley's adamant cursing. His glances at the demon are becoming a little more frequent, and a little more perceptibly nervous.

"Er," he says at last, looking from Crowley to his empty hands and back again.

"To baggage claim, then? It isn't far, if I remember correctly."