Well, she is the Theotokos, not a plaster statue. "It's the legal aid society that pays me," Martin says evenly, "And they give most of what they would pay me away, at my request."
He finishes lifting the panniers loose, and deftly re-buckles the straps that turn them back into sacks you can carry. He's not particularly surprised to see Pestilence. After a while, you get used to demons and apocalyptic manifestations trying to bait you, and he's had far longer than the requisite while to become accustomed.