All things considered, angry is a bit of an understatement. Aziraphale is rapidly approaching the territory of furious and there's no quick way back to normalcy. The only way out of it is going to be through. Too much has happened and there has been no real resolution to it. Not only had Crowley abruptly vanished in what has to have been one of the worst moments of Aziraphale's life, but Odin has chosen to show up afterwards and offer nearly no assistance at all.

What. Was. The. Point?

Odin seemed to care more about the completely wrong part of this and decided he was wasting his time once he realised that Aziraphale wasn't interested in having a fun, jaunty chat about it. What were Odin's priorities? Is this what he had cared about? Is this what warranted a visit over simply returning Crowley back to his room? He doesn't know and he's determined to find out when he hunts down Odin properly later.

Odin owes him some answers.

For now, the only person in front of him was Crowley. It was just Crowley and Aziraphale had so much he wanted to say to him.

"What in the Hell was all of that?" he asks incredulous, the words all but falling out of his mouth.