"I am not afraid of you," says Aziraphale irritably, lowering his hands hastily. "And you can't return. None of us can. We're trapped here. In Manhattan."

He really, really hopes she isn't going to try to destroy everything just like Lucifer did. He's had just about enough of that. Meanwhile, what is he to do with her? He can't very well bring her to the Rebels, but he doesn't want her out on her own, either. Why does everything around here always seem to fall on his shoulders? What a bloody bother.