[ He listens to Xenk as they watch the brawl, and Aziraphale again, miraculously gets missed by several punches, all the while the would-be assailants grapple with each other. One of them goes down like a potato sack, but thankfully they both somehow stay down.

Aziraphale looks on, long-suffering, but honestly more like a disappointed school marm than someone who's afraid of being hit by crossfire. ]

Oh well, the best laid plans always have a chance of going awry. You shouldn't blame yourself; I should think, if anything, these men came out looking for a fight.

[ This isn't at all like the time he'd commanded armies as an angel, but it's been a long time since anyone's paid him any heed as a warrior. He doesn't mind being unassuming instead; it sometimes leads him to being able to meet people like Xenk and not people like the ones currently trying to wrestle in front of him. ]

But I appreciate both your efforts and your candor, Mr...?