Ruby blinked a few times at the unexpected turn of events. She'd always thought she was good with people, but that was when she was in familiar territory, with people who knew who she was and what they expected of her. This woman didn't recognise her even after being told her name, and Ruby felt a little stupid for not having anticipated that possibility. Sure, she knew intellectually that there were a lot of people who's lives were almost totally unconnected from the gods or the church, but that thought was so far away from the reality of her own life that she'd never really taken the time to consider what it meant. Though she doubted she would ever have imagined that it would fall to her to explain to the daughter of the moon that she was... well, the daughter of the moon.

"Um, yeah, I am," she said, playing with the ends of her dreads in an unintentional nervous gesture. She new it would be best if she just got some priests to explain and show that the paper most definitely didn't work for everyone, but something stopped her. This woman was supposed to be her chance to finally not feel alone any more, and she wasn't about to fade into the background while the priests did all the talking. 

"I'm on the news at least once a year, on the summer solstice. My mom is a priest in the Celestial temple of the Great Pyramid, and my mother is the Radiant Sol." She said it as casually as she could manage. This wasn't some great declaration, after all, just a statement of fact to the only person who might be able to understand how she felt.

"You do have divine heritage. It's not your family though, just you. No one but a demigod has enough divine spark to light the fire like that, and if you want to see others try there are people downstairs who can touch the paper as well. The seers of the twelfth hour have spent the last couple of weeks pouring over a set of divinations that eventually led us to your apartment block. A set of divinations that all pointed to the same thing: a child of the moon living right where you lived up until a week ago. They assumed we were looking for a child, but apparently they were wrong..." The woman's earlier insistence that she didn't have any divine heritage sprang to mind, and she quickly kept talking before she could be dismissed out of hand.

"I know it must be quite a shock, but have you never felt like you were different? Did you ever catch a cold as a child, or any of the other diseases others seem to catch every year? You must be gifted, right? Everyone always talks about drawing the power out, nurturing it and learning how to use it, but that's not how it works for you, right? Wasn't it more difficult for you to turn it [i]off[/i] rather than turn it on? Surely you must have felt as if you were... different from the people around you. Well, it was because you are," as Ruby talked, the desperate edge creeping in around the words audible even to her own ears.