Upon hearing the sound of bells coming closer, Aziraphale had mentally calculated who could possibly be making that much racket and come up with a very, very short list - of one name. Of course, it might have been something else, like a bell monster or similar, but he felt it significantly more likely that it was Gabriel.

Sighing, he picked up his cup of tea and made his way - slowly - downstairs. There'd be no hiding from the archangel, and he'd much rather Gabriel bother him downstairs, in a relatively public space, than in his kitchen.

He was surprised, however, to see someone else in the shop, a young woman whom he recognized from the pilgrimage. He gave her a brief smile, studiously ignoring Gabriel. "Can I help you, my dear?"