"Yes, I've, ah... I've heard your name," Sebastian said, though didn't go on to mention who had told him. He couldn't recall who had told him, or when that had been. It had likely been one of the women he'd spoken to... at some point. They considered him a good listener, largely because he smiled and nodded and didn't contribute much to conversations that could be construed as judgment. It was also possible that he hadn't heard the name, but had read it somewhere, instead. Regardless, he had known that there was a Father Thorne at Sing Sing, somewhere. When the other man stepped closer, Sebastian instinctively moved to match him, moving up into a comfortable speaking distance. His comfort bubble varied from person to person, but priests and religious officials tended to be harmless as a general rule, and he didn't want to seem impolite.
"No, no. Not... not just the paint. The windows! The pews! The pulpit!" He chuckled at a joke that wasn't really verbalized out loud, and went on in a cheerful tone. "I, ah... I've always... I rather like churches. They aren't... gardens. But, well." His narrow shoulders lifted in a shrug, but didn't quite go all the way back down to their starting position. It was as if they were braced, at the ready, just in case he needed to shrug again very soon.
"Ah, thank you." Another chuckle, this time simply for the idea of being thanked for his work in the greenhouse. He still felt he owed someone a great favor for letting him be there, instead of on the other side of the walls. "I wouldn't... want to be doing anything else, I... I don't think."
He missed his research sometimes, in an offhand way, but the shift to agriculture certainly wasn't an unwelcome one. Even before the outbreak, the future of most plant science was largely geared towards food production. Developing sturdier crops, bigger yields... things that hadn't interested him on a large scale all that much, but on the level of a small community made for very satisfying work in its own right. It was also still possible to continue some of the pharmaceutical work... albeit on a somewhat primitive level.