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Aziraphael is curled up in a dim booth with a cup of tea, reading some Sayers. (Escapism of the angelic sort). It's probably for the best that this isn't the brightest of spots, because he's really not looking his best - a little pale, perhaps. He looks rather as though he hasn't slept for a week.

He is, as ever, incredibly willing to be interrupted.