"Wh-...no, no I don't much want a change in my life," Abigail stammered. "What is this, some kinda Scientology meet-up or sommin'? 'Exemption from religion'..." she scoffed in disbelief, looking from face to face to gauge the reactions of the other strangers in the room. She rubbed her nose on the back of her hand and addressed Gavin directly. "Look, I don't know what kinda product you're tryin' to sell here, but you look a lil' young to be pulling the con game. I only followed my feet here 'cause I thought you folk'd help me find my uncle. And there ain't no reason to stop followin' God's will!" she reprimanded him, squaring her shoulders. "Not even weird winged angels; they're false prophets or PCP hallucinations, one of the two..." 

Abigail ruminated over her strange experience, briefly distracting herself with her own thoughts. She snapped back into reality again and decided to double down. "I ain't no super-hero world-savin' sombitch, mister. I'm just lookin' for my uncle. I got pictures of him an' everything if it helps some, but I'm not buyin' what you're sellin', and I'm not changing religion 'cause some conman with some smoke-n-mirror bullshit tells me to. They teach you not to fall for this stuff in the Bible, Chrissakes."