[ Matt follows the path of Ramirra's gaze for a moment, curious. But whatever she's seeing out among the trees and stone, Matt's pretty sure he's missing it.

His attention flickers back to her as she talks, his eyes narrowing. Matt was curious about where her focus was going, but now he's downright rapacious: He may not call cops "guardsmen" or casually refer to holy symbols, but he can see the shape of what she's saying, and it's a good point. ]

Only the hoods really say "cult" to me, [ he observes, ] but I guess that could be culture-bound. Er ... societally derived, whatever.

[ That last set of remarks draws a snort of amusement from him. ]

Wait, before we go any further, what are we betting? [ Matt pats down his pocketless robe. ] I don't have a lot on me right now.