[Kerrigan agrees with the giant disembodied glowing head. The enormous rifle and the body armor studded with knife sheaths and ammo magazines might suggest that, if Aziraphale is paying attention. It's not that she craves violence for its own sake—it's just that she's so jaded she doesn't think avoiding it is possible. That's the sort of worldview you develop when you're abducted by the military-industrial complex at age 8.
Unless he's hiding some serious leg muscles under that charmingly dated suit, Kerrigan has to slow her pace to keep 'dragged along' from being a literal description of Aziraphale's progress, which is not the margin of safety she'd prefer when fleeing something she can't kill.]
Would that frying pan keep working as well if you handed it off to me?
[She can sense something different about it, but lacks the vocabulary or indeed the worldview to distinguish between concepts like holy and cursed.]
cw: child soldiers (kerrigan's backstory is hilariously terrible)
Unless he's hiding some serious leg muscles under that charmingly dated suit, Kerrigan has to slow her pace to keep 'dragged along' from being a literal description of Aziraphale's progress, which is not the margin of safety she'd prefer when fleeing something she can't kill.]
Would that frying pan keep working as well if you handed it off to me?
[She can sense something different about it, but lacks the vocabulary or indeed the worldview to distinguish between concepts like holy and cursed.]