Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman. Good signs (№ 372804)

They was definitely something very strange, she decided. Aziraphale bowed again.
- So glad that helped, he said.
- Thanks, - said coldly Anathema.
Now can we leave? asked Crowley. - Good night, miss. Sit down, angel.
Ah. Well, that explained everything. Now she didn't have to worry about their safety.