[ Oh, he's such a sweet man, being concerned over something like Aziraphale trying to hide his identity. He feels a tug at his heartstrings. ]

Sort of difficult to hide, isn't it? With the wings.

[ The device seems to be working at least, and doing a good job parsing Aziraphale's accent. He slips the device back into his pocket with a nod of thanks. ]

'M an angel.

[ He says this, plainly. His wings droop, disappointed. Now look, he's here in this hotel, eyesight gone, powers gone, God nowhere to help him out. ]

And I've been around a long time, Sam. I've seen many things. It was sort of my job, you know. Help the humans along.

[ He smiles a little, at that, though it's weak and immediately turns into a pout as he adds: ]

But I've never felt so useless. I'm so sorry.