"It looks good compared to the last time I was here." Which, if Bobby remembered correctly, wasn't in the best circumstances. Then again, when was it ever in the best circumstances when they ran in to the Brotherhood? He didn't want to think back on it. It hadn't been a pretty sight, and it hadn't been the best time to seek shelter in a Catholic church.
Bobby glanced down at Rahne, and offered her a smile. "You know, I've heard it's pretty inside. Colored windows and stuff. Want to head in?" It was rare that Bobby walked in to a church regardless of the denomination. He chalked it up to the fact that he was raised in a mixed religion home for so many years. It was difficult, sometimes, but he got through it.
He offered her a hand. Rahne wasn't a little kid, but perhaps a reassuring gesture would make it easier on her.