Christina gazed at Locke, her mouthing slightly agape as though she wanted to say something. After a moment of silence, she closed her mouth, sighing and looking down. "Regardless how distant they seem, the gods watch over you," She replied sadly. It sounded like something she told herself a lot, clinging to her religion in world where it did very little for her. She remained silent as she gazed up at the ceiling of the 7-11. "Wizard, huh? What kinda magic do you use?" She asked nonchalantly. "I pray to the gods, and they bless me with power through the talismans you might see on my left hand." The jewelry.