Crowley ensures the door is shut behind them, pulling a curtain shut that he may have miracled in place for privacy. He takes a seat across from her, but leans down to ensure that she's alright.

"You don't need to apologize. I just want you to be alright." he mumbles softly, snapping his fingers so that a glass of water appears on the small table beside them. "Here," he says, offering it to her, "Just take your time. Whatever you need to do. I'll be right here."

Being enclosed in a private car with Alice reminds him of their meeting. Crowley had been a snake, having a nap coiled up in the corner. Alice was the only child sweet with him, all of the others had threatened him with knives even though he had merely been sleeping. For a moment he wonders if changing the subject will help her relax, and decides trying shouldn’t hurt.

"Do you remember finding me in here?" he asks humorously.