"Er." Aziraphale narrows his eyes at her. Is that meant to be a compliment? Well at least she enjoyed herself. He can't say he hopes to face her again. He thinks he would have noticed if she'd arrived in Manhattan, so... perhaps she's just a one-off oddity of this particular dream. One can hope.

"Well," he says as he slinks back into the woods. "All right then."

As soon as he feels he's put enough distance between them, he turns on his heel and hurries away, cradling Orisa in his arms.