Aziraphale has met quite a few other passengers (a word that feels as fitting as calling people on the islands in the other world "residents", but it still feels a bit less dreadful than calling them prisoners), but doesn't quite know much about them. He really should go about that, but seems to be otherwise preoccupied at the moment.

"Oh, don't say that, your cooking is lovely." For someone who's barely started to try it and isn't quite given to following instructions, certainly.

The angel looks over what's available, deciding to pick a biscuit that doesn't look too badly burnt.