[ He catches the pop clumsily. It'll have to do for now, but he figures there might be something in that mess hall they've seen in...well, not town, but in that little gathering of rustic buildings. ]

Well, it's still entirely unnatural. [ Even from a supernatural/ethereal/celestial standpoint. ] You'd think we would have heard about some other-- whatever this place happens to be. And gods?

[ The existencial crisis is gonna drag on for a good long while. They just do, as far as Aziraphale's concerned, and he's usually very good at denial. ]