[ Her slowed pace is a kindness, because he is sadly hiding normal leg muscles under the charmingly dated suit. Aziraphale already misses the buff of not really having to worry about physical issues if he doesn't really want to in these trying times.

Well, these very specific in the moment trying times. He's reserving a tentative future time slot to be terrified about what it means for if everyone survives and escapes to safety. For now, practicality has to be in the driver's seat. ]

Ah-- very good question. [ Aziraphale squints down at it for half a moment, feeling things out as best he can. Normally it would pretty much be blessed as long as he wanted. He did a thermos of holy water and it kept for half a century, no problem. Things work differently all of a sudden. He expects he'll have to go through the process of learning to keep that in mind. ] No reason why it shouldn't. It's only got a few minutes either way, though, so we'd best get a wiggle on.

[ What we have here is zero hesitation in holding the frying pan out for her to take. ]