Aziraphale does his level best to maintain a neutral stare, reining in the slow creep of horror that keeps trying to show itself. Good lord, this is abominable. Barbaric! Windowless, cement, bolted furniture, no amenities - and yet she seems perfectly content with it all. What sort of life did she have before, if this is all right with her?

"Very nice," he comments weakly on the posters. "Sorry, did you say they feed you once a week?"

Savages, the lot of them. Does Crowley know this kind of thing is going on? Surely he'd have mentioned it. Aziraphale has more than half a mind to find Melanie and break her out the moment he wakes up.