"Great, retail. Just what I always wanted to do." So enthused.

"But thanks." No, she didn't really want to argue the reality or delusion that was Faith or 'God' or whatever you wanted to call it. The hand wave seen and openly noticed, but she wasn't sure what it meant.

"Are you.. telling me to get on?" She eyed his bike like it was a Deception. Probably with pincers.