[ o-oh, well-- that isn't exactly the sort of question he was expecting, but... suppose it might be a nice break from the more sobering topics they could talk over, hm? Abel's gaze briefly follows her to where the light pours in from above, rippling and distorted; this place is beautiful... and foreign. for him, and perhaps her, too. ]

Yes-- a Catholic priest? Um, actually-- I was a traveling priest back at home, so I didn't have a dedicated parish or anything like that... Ironically enough, I spent much more time on trains and on the road than I did tending to a flock, you know?

[ plucking up a piece of clumsily sliced fruit, he munches happily as he watches her with a tilt of his head. ]

But you've never been to a sermon yourself? Then-- hm, the mystery of how you came to tend a church deepens...! I have to admit, I'm getting quite curious.