[While he appreciates the removal of any and all dirt and plant matter, Crowley does kind of wish Aziraphale wouldn't make him look tidy. A lot of effort goes into not looking tidy.

Still, he accepts the hand up, hauling himself to his feet.]

Whatever this place is, angel, it won't let me move around the way I want to. We'll have to walk.

[The way he wants meaning by telling the laws of physics to go fuck themselves, but that's neither here nor there.]

How long have you been here? I couldn't find you earlier.