As fascinating as the apocalyptic mythology of your species is, some of us would like to get on with dinner.
[she looks at Cain]
I'll start us off.
[she clasps her hands together in the sign of the cog over her plate and bows her head a little]
Holy Omnissiah, our Emperor, we are ever grateful for Your continued mercy, and pray that You may keep us in Your good favor despite the awful place we've fetched up.
[she gives Cain a little nod, as his cue to add a few words of his own. It's obvious to Eridan that this isn't the first time they've said grace, by far.]