"I suppose we do," Aziraphale mused. "I can't see any of us going anywhere . . . other than to the City, eventually." He glanced sideways, then back to his screen, wondering if Olsen was concerned at all about that trip. It would be a whole new set of new things, and Aziraphale was still not entirely acclimatized to this set of new yet.

Ah, well. It would be an experience, he supposed, and there were worse things he could do than experience new things.