He looks pleased, if a little startled; Crowley has seen the wider world much more recently than Raguel has, and he half-expected the scrub-littered emptiness to be met with wisecracks and derision.

"Mm," he says, thoughtful. "Been a while since I was out here myself. Lately when I go it's been places farther east, but that's not quite the same."

There's usually a coyote with a motorcycle, for a start.