Crowley shakes his head, silent for a minute while he thinks. "Alice..." he starts, voice very frank, "There are people on board with blue skin, wings, and tentacles."

Himself being one of them. He takes off his glasses, tossing them to the seat beside him which exposes his serpentine eyes. Most individuals don't get the opportunity to even see those, but it means he trusts her.

"I don't think a plush rabbit is something anyone here is going to bat an eyelash at."