"Another universe?" she sighs, sounding completely defeated. "Oh, blah. Again. You'd think I'm always tripping and falling into portals, the rate that I, that -"

She peters off when the tail-end of Aziraphale's explanation catches up to her.

"I don't understand." Fred's head goes to one side, a completely unintentional mimicry of the being possessing her. "I, I don't - I don't feel any different, it's just me, just plain ol' Fred, like always -"

Plain old Fred's body chooses that moment to convluse and pitch forward and in the next moment Illyria is halfway collapsing onto Aziraphale, uttering the God-King equivalent of a groan.

"I do not like alcohol," she decides grouchily.