That certainly pulls Crowley up short, the ridiculousness of it enough to drag his attention away from the lull of hearing God's voice again, after so many millennia. It can't be real, can it? The voice. God isn't here, and even if She was, She wouldn't be talking to him.
Crowley blinks, glancing over at Wei Wuixan, then back at the rickety cart that really is just doing it's absolute best.
On the plus side, the gun remains lowered, and he doesn't look as if he's about to shoot anyone.]
What was — uh — what was the plan, here?
[From down the hall, the voice calls for him again, telling him not to disobey Her again.
IM—
That certainly pulls Crowley up short, the ridiculousness of it enough to drag his attention away from the lull of hearing God's voice again, after so many millennia. It can't be real, can it? The voice. God isn't here, and even if She was, She wouldn't be talking to him.
Crowley blinks, glancing over at Wei Wuixan, then back at the rickety cart that really is just doing it's absolute best.
On the plus side, the gun remains lowered, and he doesn't look as if he's about to shoot anyone.]
What was — uh — what was the plan, here?
[From down the hall, the voice calls for him again, telling him not to disobey Her again.
Crowley ignores it, this time.]