Daine looks at the little collection they make: three dogs, a cat, a few bags and two teenagers with no clear way forward and no factions to take them in. "I don't know," she admits, shoving back her hair and letting her shoulders drop. They'll have to reach out to someone, that much is clear. Who can they trust?

"We could call Aziraphale," she finally says. He's trustworthy - he got folk out, as she'd asked. And he trusted her enough to help without asking questions. She probably owes him an explanation, too. "He helped get folk out of the base, and I expect he'd help us, too."