Yes. An angelic power boost seems like a great idea. So does keeping her hands away from Spike, now that he's at least semi-coherent. She lets go of him and leans against Aziraphale, eyeing Spike the way Mel would eye a recalcitrant engine. "I don't know what's wrong with him," she says. "Or them," she adds with a nod towards the cats. "The little one's frigging... psychotic."

But hey, now Aziraphale's here. Everything's gonna be fine. She drops her head onto his shoulder, only half on purpose, and says, "Help?"