"Is that all," says Aziraphale dryly. "And who might they be? Your enemies?" That this remark should come on the heels of her supposed 'oath' not to hurt any humans doesn't make him feel very comforted. She may have to be dealt with, though he is in no rush to get there.

Finally, deciding he's not getting out of this weather any time soon, he miracles himself an umbrella and opens it over himself, drying himself off promptly with the other hand. He notably does not offer her the coverage.