"Certainly not," Zira smiled a little smile, and forced all thoughts of Crowley from his mind. "It is that I was ill prepared for this, shall we say, turn of events. You see, I was a book seller, previous." Well, that wasn't a lie, exactly. He didn't aim to sell his books, and his shop was really a place to store his books, but still.
"And I landed here, as it were, on stage in front of thousands of adoring fans. It was rather...well, odd, as you might imagine."