[Crowley hisses in a breath, annoyed and scared and trying to get a handle on the urge to grab Aziraphale and shake him, as if that might at all help the situation. It won't, he's just eager for an outlet for the fear, and it isn't fair to put that on Aziraphale.]

Fine, fine, we'll talk to the blasted neighbours, but I'd bet you anything they're probably part of all this, whatever it is. We shouldn't trust them.

[Especially not when they can't defend themselves.]