"Enh," Crowley replies, with a carefully dismissive shrug.

(He'd just wanted to - say it. And now it's said; framed; mounted. It sounds a bit stupid.)

"If Raguel didn't spend so much time slumming around places like that, I would've ended up on the nearest shit-hole moon to where the Shé X- "

He fumbles the sibilants.


His sweater rustles as his fingers press down again, testing for give.

"To where the ship was taken. And I'd've been on my own."