Crowley is closer; Aziraphale sniffs, tilts his head, tries everything he can think of to wake up his Heavenly senses... and still, nothing. At all. Just a faint smell of skin and hair and the dust of the room.]
We should take stock. Figure out where we are. Maybe... maybe that will help.
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[No offense, but come on.
Crowley is closer; Aziraphale sniffs, tilts his head, tries everything he can think of to wake up his Heavenly senses... and still, nothing. At all. Just a faint smell of skin and hair and the dust of the room.]
We should take stock. Figure out where we are. Maybe... maybe that will help.