Crowley shakes her hand awkwardly, and then he does open the gullwing door of the DeLorean and emerges. It was getting too hot in there anyway. He doesn't know where to park the thing, but that's someone else's problem at the moment. At least, that's always how it worked for him before.

He notes the slip of the tongue, the way he does notice little things like this when he pays attention. Not that he has the faintest idea of what it means. "Xion," he repeats. "So, er, where do you live? With these friends of yours?"