(Aziraphale was in London during her time, of course. His experience was, by nature, radically different than any young human person of lower means would ever be able to have. But he wasn't blind to the injustices and terrible deeds that ran abound back then. Such things seemed to be a bit of a constant, unfortunately.)

Aziraphale takes the hint, given to manners as he is (often employing a similar tactic, albeit a bit more smoothly). He gives the young woman a polite nod, already planning what to do with his next turnip-based creation.

"And you as well, dear girl. Hopefully, it will all work itself out."

He hopes. It wouldn't be too silly to think it could happen a second time around, would it?