Oh, thank the Goddess. She doesn't even have to ask. "That'd be fair wonderful," she says gratefully, clambering to her feet with some help from Sarge and the nearest tree. Rather than allow himself to get dumped into the leaves, Shadow leaps up onto her shoulder. "We've nowhere else to go... and the building could do a lot worse than having you run it."

With Aziraphale in charge, she thinks she'd be happy to live there. There'd be no mischief under his watch, especially now that he knows what to watch for.