So there was to be no answer then it seemed. And Aziraphale exhaled slowly at the realization that they seemed to be stuck for the time being.
"Chin up, dear fellow." He said when Crowley seemed to grow smaller for a moment there. "It's not as bad as all that." Aziraphale refused to let it be so - they had just faced down the four horsemen of the apocalypse after all, surely they could handle a little detour like this. Of course he would miss his crepes, he'd so had his heart set on them, but he could be patient, what was an evening or two in the life of an angel after all?
"We just need to-" He paused and glanced around, "Look around for answers." Because of course there would be some, that was simply the way things worked. Or that was simply the way Aziraphale would have things work, and sometimes they were the same thing.