"Then you aren't like most angels," Aziraphale replies, looking a bit sheepish, but also relieved by Rota's reassurance. He takes another sip of his drink, trying to relax into the conversation. "My Heaven took the hierarchy of angels very seriously, even if Gabriel liked to pretend that we were one big happy family."

Upon hearing that the human woman was injured, the angel's brows draw together automatically in concern. "Oh, dear. Is there anything I can do to help? I have experience healing humans."

Aziraphale huffs out a laugh at Rota's question. "Quite the same. Crowley and I managed to repulse both our sides quite thoroughly with our relationship. I should point out that my God has no quarrel with such things, near as I can tell. But She hasn't spoken directly to any of us in a very long time."