Crowey looked over when the woman spoke. He could tell that she was an angel without even having to try, but he could also tell that there was something a bit different about her. What it was, he wasn't sure yet.
"They never simply get away," he said, perking an eyebrow at her behind his dark sunglasses. Normally the closest they came to getting away was when Zira was there to either make them stop or pull them back up himself.
Really, though, he wasn't sure why she was speaking to him. Here the angels tended to stay away from the demon unless they were a certain one that had spent the last six thousand years around him. But Crowley just thought there were too many of the angels in town for his liking.