"I'm not the smiting kind," he says almost gently. "Even when I was in Heaven's good graces, it wasn't my preferred task."

Frankly, he sees no reason she'd deserve a smiting anyway, but he's aware he doesn't know her that well. "It's funny, isn't it, how codifying the eternal into earthly religions makes it seem like a terribly exclusive club. In my experience...well, Heaven does love the devout Abrahamic set, but it's not always that simple. Mind you, I can't wholeheartedly recommend Heaven as a final destination, anyway..."

But he's rambling now. He shakes his head dismissively and offers her his arm. "We don't have long before the ship strikes the iceberg, I'm afraid, but if you'd like a tour in the interim?"