[The last thing he expected as he fluttered from one end of the ship to the other, trying to find anything wooden or floatable, was for another passenger to call out to him. He stopped short, blinking in mild surprise before a wary, morose look settled on his face.]
The-...The Titanic.
[If he didn't know...oh dear. Aziraphale momentarily forgot where he had been headed as he turned to slowly approach the young man. This conversation could go very poorly, but he had no intentions of being the bearer of bad news and then rushing off to leave the poor man to the ensuing panic attack if it did.]
You're on the Titanic, and the...the ship is sailing towards New York City.
Arrival
The-...The Titanic.
[If he didn't know...oh dear. Aziraphale momentarily forgot where he had been headed as he turned to slowly approach the young man. This conversation could go very poorly, but he had no intentions of being the bearer of bad news and then rushing off to leave the poor man to the ensuing panic attack if it did.]
You're on the Titanic, and the...the ship is sailing towards New York City.