[Had this been a normal interaction - normal meaning the two of them in a bookshop with wine and no little creatures at their feet - Crowley would have sneered and made some sort of comment about nice being a four letter word. Given the situation they were in he just sort of nodded, mouth slightly agape as he tried to figure out how the heaven they'd ended up here.]

Maxwell...and...Professor Tiptoes.

[He leaned very slightly to the side to peer down at the two creatures that Snivy was investigating, the little pink catlike one making him grimace. The pout in Aziraphale's voice at the word 'camping' made Crowley glance back at his friend, something in him finally adjusting to everything all at once. Aziraphale was here. They'd been in tighter spots than this. Except...]

My powers're gone. I have to breathe. I dunno how we got here, angel, but whoever put us here made us mortal. Human.

[Snivy was having a grand time conversing with Indeedee - or Maxwell as he apparently went by - and watched Professor Tiptoes slowly turn brown. He turned his big eyes up to Aziraphale again, sizing him up a bit. He seemed a more rational human than Snivy's own trainer so he decided Aziraphale would at least be a good influence.]