Crowley had been out for an evening stroll. He found himself insanely bored, and while walking the grounds did little to entertain him, at least he wasn't sitting around feeling sorry for himself. No, no. That was an angel's prerogative. Demons wouldn't sink so low.
So he was out and about, and it just happened that his path crossed Anna's. He clapped as she trudged on, heading toward him. "She lives!" he announced, amusement lacing his words. "Some of us were beginning to wonder."