"So he took you to his car because of the rain." She was filling in the blanks here, latching onto anything that Aziraphale was putting out. She was determined to make this narrative work for her. For them, she supposed. "Did he get wet? That must have been a sight."

She was trying to prompt him, visualising it as best she could. Best to make Aziraphale less guarded, and getting him to talk freely was always easier once he started talking. He was bad at holding anything back, at least when she prodded just right. "Do you think his hair colour is natural? Very unusual, but I didn't see any roots."