Crowley made a sound of dismissal as he suspiciously unwrapped the basket. This was curious and somewhat alarming. Maybe both Down There and Up There had conspired to send them to this place together. It would be unusual at best, but if it was part of some ineffable plan anything was possible. Though he wasn't going to say a damn thing about ineffability to Aziraphale. The angel would never let it go.
The first thing he saw was a plant, which he pulled out and set aside. That had to be a joke. Just because his flat was littered with them didn't mean he needed it to get by. There were papers that Crowley didn't see a point in looking at for the moment and also set aside. Then there were his sunglasses and a small stack of cds wrapped together with a note that said, guaranteed to not play Queen. Which, as long as they weren't left in his car overnight, wouldn't. At least he thought. Except he didn't have his car.
Mildly disappointed, the demon shoved the presumably empty basket aside and looked to Aziraphale, “What do you suppose...” then, as the basket hit the wall a familiar jingle was hear. Blinking a few times in surprise, he reached for the basket and stuck his hand inside to clasp the set of keys inside. Keys that he would know anywhere.
The Bentley.
Technically, he didn't need keys to run the Bentley. He didn't even fill the tank with gas ever. But there was something about putting it in the ignition and turning the key until the engine started to purr.
He held the keys up before the angel and said, “Shall we go for a drive?” Then they could go see what was what. Didn't matter that Crowley didn't know where his car was. He had the keys and that meant it was somewhere nearby.