"Naaah, it was fine, really, I was just helping my friend there out of a tight spot. Bloody idiot thought he'd nip across the channel for some crepes, dressed like that, during the Revolution." Okay, the guy talking to him is... grey. With... cat ears? Dog ears? Fox ears? Some kind of ears that are absolutely not human. Crowley honestly doesn't think there's an angel or demon in existence imaginative enough to invent the kinds of people he's been seeing, so maybe this really isn't some secret backup planet someone made on the sly.

"Seems to be showing memories, at least in this case. Possibly deceptive ones--you assumed I was in jail. Maybe you're right, and I'm lying wildly!" In the water, Crowley gestures, and the handcuffs fall from Aziraphale's wrists.