Loki relaxed at the seemingly hesitant greeting. As she wasn't the most social of people, she didn't reply to the 'hello.' There was an awkward silence, then the man introduced himself. At the word "father," she immediately tensed up again. Priests. They were as bad as the Saints, in her mind. They generally didn't kill experiments, or at least not in the same fashion as the Saints, but they reported them. To make up for this "leniency," the preached the views that led to the death of her kind.
"Thank you, but I'll pass," she told him quickly, the sarcasm in her voice just barely hidden. For once, she was trying to play nice, if only to avoid angering a Priest and possibly leading to the arrival of a Saint. "I'm not a big on the whole church thing," she continued, then realized this might sound like heretic's words. This is why I don't talk to people, she reminded herself, and added as nonchalantly as she could, "I'd rather practice my faith elsewhere." This was partially true: she had faith that she had no faith, and she practiced it daily.