"Could do," Crowley agrees. If they could, they would just go for a walk. See what's around, enjoy taking their time to choose---or, well, letting Aziraphale choose. Crowley couldn't possibly care, as long as Aziraphale got to eat somewhere and enjoy himself. But now, that sort of a leisurely walk would be more than a luxury. It might not even be possible.

He stretches and stands, then gives a wave, dressing himself instantly. He looks over at Aziraphale. He wants to pretend everything is normal, everything is all right, but once they step outside, they're in danger and they both know it.

"We'll need to work out a way to get back here quickly if we need to," he says.