"I'll remind you that I'm just as stuck as you," Aziraphale said primly after he got that growl of annoyance from Crowley at his assessment of their current predicament.
It was a problem. One that he could not immediately see an answer to, unlike the end times, the son of Satan, or even the wrath of heaven and hell - this did not seem to have a means of going forward. He did not even know where they were to begin looking for an answer. And considering that he had existed before there had even been Earth that was saying something.
"Is there?" He asked when Crowley seemed to insist there was an explanation for this. "What exactly is the explanation for all this then, in your estimation?" Because as much as Aziraphale was certain there was no explanation he did have a small measure of hope that Crowley might have an answer for them.
It didn't matter the situation, Aziraphale always hope.