Aziraphale knocks several things over as he goes to get the door, fumbling for his glasses as his vision's suddenly very blurry. He tries to miracle them into his possession, but then quickly remembers that he's incapable of doing so. Bollocks. "I'll be right there!" he exclaims, as he takes the time to pick everything up and put it back on his table.

He stubs his toe on the corner of a wall and yelps, bracing himself for a minute before he finally manages to get to the door, opening it. "Crowley? Hello, I'm afraid I'm having an off morning, could you help me find my glasses?"

He squints. "Crowley, are you alright?" When an angel going blind can tell you look a bit harried, you're definitely having a bad day.