"I see," Aziraphale answered, though he was distracted by a file that he held. He scanned the page at the same time he replied to the woman. He hadn't looked at her, but when he did, the file fell out of his hands. Papers danced their way to the floor and landed in a disorganised pattern.
He blinked at the woman in front of him. There was something...He tried to push it aside. he knelt to pick up the papers, but didn't bother to sort them. He shoved them into the file folder, and stood to face the woman again.
"Perhaps we ought to step in to my office?"
[OOC: Forgive me, I totally over looked this. I just happened to scan back through the comm this afternoon, and I think I saw it before, but didn't realise it was Crowley's post. I feel like a heel!]