While it could hardly be said that Crowley was one of those nature types, he supposed he did have a sort of wary appreciation for it, as he tended to hold for all forms of life these days. Of course, he preferred the comfort of gadgets and his nice flat, but he’d been away from the latter for quite some time now, and the first had evolved beyond his own remedial understanding in this new place that he found himself, decades into the future as he knew it. It left him feeling unmoored sometimes, but Crowley wasn’t anything if not adaptable, and he seemed to be rubbing along in this new place well enough with zero contact from the dark overlord.

Crowley was adaptable, and also exceedingly susceptible to boredom, turns out, as when he happened upon a door to a nice, scenic little overlook where there were stars and a moon when, upon having just left the hotel’s gardens there had been enough sunlight to make him grateful for his trademark sunglasses, he checked the sturdiness of the rock holding the door open with the toe of his boot before heading out.

There was a creature of some sort laying out on one of the rocks, he realized, understanding instinctively that she was not human but not knowing just what she was. He thought her ears were a rather nice touch, though, and all that hair had to be unwieldy and hard on her neck and shoulders, but that was hardly any of his business.

“’ello, there,” Crowley said as he came to a stop nearby and craned his head to look up at the sky. The heavens seemed strangely accessible from that vantage point, and it left him feeling strangely vulnerable, but not at all homesick. “Lovely night, isn’t it?”