[He makes a noise that sounds something between agitated and frustrated, and pockets his sunglasses while he walks. This person feels like Aziraphale - he's very certain that it is Aziraphale - but something is wrong and off and he wants to know what it is.]

Well I wasn't planning on going back outside for a bit, so I'd say we have some time. [Crowley insists, putting his back to a wall and folding his arms loosely.]

Unless you'd rather deal with them?