"Toss it where?" he asks, and loses a few feathers along the way. He's now looking pretty harried, his curly hair sticking up on all ends as he tries to follow along.

He just throws it back through the gap and it turns out that Aziraphale's really got an arm, because it bowls through some of the people coming after them and trips them up.

"Do we have to keep running?" he asks, trying to catch his breath.