Sorry, Zira! If he'd known the other angel's history, he'd certainly have left well enough alone. There was absolutely no desire to make the other uncomfortable by any stretch of the imagination.

He certainly doesn't go pushing the matter, allowing Aziraphale to take all the time he needed to collect himself.

There, between the shelves, stood Azrael, looking... mildly uncomfortable. Seemingly calm, yes, but the entire feeling here seemed roughly on par with peeking in on a skittish cat. Not precisely the same atmosphere as it was in the front of the shop. Well... yes he'd rather hoped to go unnoticed for a little while at least.

Certainly dressed a touch more anachronistically than what would normally be wandering in here.

"... An exile." Not entirely keen on trading names quite yet. "One not of this creation, forgive me for intruding."