How is he? Well, besides narrowly escaping actual death, seeing the water that could kill him come up to the car and just avoiding it, not to mention not having even what could have been a peaceful moment with his lifelong companion, he supposes he's doing all right. But he isn't about to say that. Aziraphale has had enough on him.

"I don't like how fast they found us," he says. "We hadn't even landed yet."

The waitress presents them with a bottle and several glasses. Despite how Crowley likes to be with people, he certainly can't be mean to this person. She's bringing him alcohol and essentially giving them a place to hide.

"We need a more permanent solution."