"Just bloody lovely," was all Balthazar managed to get out before the beast of a storm made its way over them like a freight train. For the first time in, maybe, ever, he flinches slightly at the howls of it. This is quite possibly the worst day of his life, not counting the whole dying thing, but it's pretty close to that. Balthazar heaves a relieved sigh when he knows they're safe (for now), the tension in his muscles slowly bleeding out.

He managed a glance at Aziraphale, smirking despite himself. "I would say thank you, but you honestly look like you would rather I just leap back out into the storm."