[ wouldn't it be something indeed? having never believed in Gods despite... having some firsthand experience with ghosts and spirits, it'd be something else. who could believe that he had a God wait patiently for steak?

maybe he'd even be proud of himself. actually, he'd almost certainly be proud of himself.

when she makes her "argument", he answers with a shrug.

good dog.

again, he really has to question her sheer intelligence and her seeming determination to help others in need. ]

Don't worry about me. I'm used to taking care of myself. There's not much to do right now but worry, is there?

[ and... perhaps to reassure her... ]

The name's Ocelot, by the way. Like the cat. Try not to be a stranger, okay?