"You seek someone to blame?" She rolled her eyes, good-naturedly. "Typical male, I think." Typical Kindred too, for that matter. "Then again, I rather like having someone to blame. It means I have someone to aim at when I get a little hot headed." She patted the bulge in her pocket where her pistol was resting.

She smiled slightly, glancing at him. "You're the first god I've ever met so forgive my questions if they seem sophomoric, but why, precisely, would a god, any god, want us at all? Couldn't he or she just snap his or her fingers and conjure up people, if that was what he or she wanted?"