"As far as I know it's just the Rift," says Aziraphale thoughtfully, and then perks up when the question is asked (albeit rudely).

"I'm good for a great many things," he says with conviction, certainly not boastful. "Seeing and thwarting wiles... divine ecstasy... the occasional miracle. It's, well, it's always been more about, you know, the ineffable plan than any cosmic escape attempts, but I'm keen to try my hand at that too. Seeing as it would be a very good deed, and all."

Orisa twists calmly around him, flicking her tongue lazily, and he knows exactly what she's thinking: kiss up. Just why he's trying to impress this being is beyond him. It's not as though the Authorities are watching, waiting somewhere behind the scenes to pat him on the back. Or wait, what if they are? There's a thought.

But no, they can't be. They wouldn't have let everything with Lucifer happen. They wouldn't.

"What are you good for, apart from the springing?" Orisa asks brazenly. "Any good at dealing with devils?"

"No, no, no," says Aziraphale somewhat frantically. "No, it's - hah, no, we don't... That isn't something we ask for help with. That's our business."

Obviously. You'd think his own soul would know better.