"She's a python," Aziraphale volunteers delicately, before both he and Orisa freeze in mutual bewilderment over what they just heard.

"P-Pancakes," says Orisa. "Did you just say Pancakes?"

"Is that that's name?" says Aziraphale incredulously, and it might be the pain, the terror, and the general hysteria, but he can't quite keep from snorting.

Orisa joins him all too easily, laughing full-heartedly, her heavy coils shaking with mirth. Something so terrifying, named Pancakes. This nightmare is achieving new heights of absurdity.

"W-why?" Aziraphale demands.