"I assume he's still miserable, and possibly stoned," Ellie said irritably, standing arms akimbo and looking Azriaphale up and down, "but he should be all right otherwise. John's looking after him, to the tune of some very high-quality controlled substances, last I heard. You're the one I'm worried about. Have you been shut up in here this whole time? Look at this--" she fussily brushed dust off the shoulders of the angel's suit, trying without a great deal of success to hide her dismay at the state he was in, "--you look a fright, have you slept at all? Or eaten anything...?"

With an effort, she forced herself to stop clucking and instead gripped him gently by the upper arms, giving the impression of shaking him without actually doing so. "Why the hell didn't you tell me, you silly, addle-headed angel?"