[ Aziraphale looks around as the demon speaks, somewhat frustrated that that he refuses to take this situation seriously, though he turns to give him a Look when Crowley once again brings attention to the small screaming creature. While the look is mostly frustration, there’s a big handful of worry there too.]

I’m sure it’s progenitor will be here shortly, and considering the nature of—what it is, we may not want to be here when it does. [ ...right? Dragons? Is that how dragons work?

He looks around again.]

I can’t seem to be able to pinpoint where we are. There’s something— perhaps we should look for others. Someone should have the answer.

[ Not that the derelict buildings give him much hope for there being anyone at all.]