"Oh, thank goodness," Aziraphale says upon spotting his small, awkward-looking compatriot, nearly tumbling over himself in an effort to get to him. "Crowley! Over here!" He waves a chubby little hand at him, then slumps to a halt beside him, bending over to catch his breath. "This is a right nightmare, isn't it? I can't get over it. No one even remembers who they are!"