GG shoves her hands into her pockets, glancing over her shoulder at the not-Church. "--Yeah, they're...they don't feel right." There is, for her at least, the Cathedral of the Holy Cross in Chimer, which is closer to what she wants, but somehow somewhere nearly right was worse than somewhere totally wrong. "The whole city doesn't feel right, but when it's this- it gets to you more, maybe."

It's absurd, of course, because she hasn't been able to go to any kind of place of worship in years because of the world imploding around her, but it's how she feels.

"Smoke what you want," she's moved to add, though it's not really that practical when your sense of smell is so highly developed; she's not going to be able to stop smelling weed for hours if he does light up. She can tell it's in his pocket, of course- not because she was intentionally sniffing it out, just because that's how her senses work now.