She can hear the stance and change in projection, and lift enough of the cloth to peer at him from beneath it. Seems serious.

"I very seriously doubt I have Crowley," she gently retorts. And that makes Aziraphale something of a mid-tier risk. Makes Soldat himself something of a low-tier risk, actually - the lone outlier. Can't knock himself, Sora, or Matt, at least. A tilt of her head that just might be general assent to this is followed warily with, "Doubt it'd increase, too. Place is a powder keg. Everyone'll seem nice right up until you're between them and something. I've been in it before, and it's always me that gets thrown under the tires for traction. Ain't happening here."

Can't happen here. She's so tired.