Qebhet pressed her lips together, sure somehow that she'd said the wrong thing. It had long since stopped feeling strange for her, introducing herself by names that weren't her own, and when she claimed Set or Sekhmet as a next-of-kin, well, it was only barely a lie. It was uncomfortable, yes, but it wasn't... it wasn't the risk it was for a mortal.
But she didn't know the first thing about this mortal, except that Hecate trusted her – and, apparently, that she had a thief-god for a patron? Well. Perhaps she was more comfortable with subterfuge than Qebhet was imagining?
"Alright," she said slowly, nodding. "Well..." From her bag she drew an envelope, which she passed to Luna. Inside was a small collection of ID cards, expert fakes as only the goddess of scribes could produce. There was a driver's licence bearing Luna's photo alongside the name 'Lucy Tucker', and a social security card, also in Lucy's name. A second licence featured a photo of Hecate, alias 'Helena Tucker'. "This is all the ID you'll need. We try to keep these things simple, parents deceased, no other close relatives. Helena lives near Astoria Park and when you saw the report on the shooting, you recognised the description." They'd gone over this once already, before Luna had made the appointment, but it never hurt to be thorough, especially when you were preparing to involve a mortal in a felony.
"We've made you Jewish, because in strict Jewish tradition burials are supposed to take place in as short a time after death as possible. That gives us an excuse for asking them to release the body today. It will probably take them an hour or so to process everything, though."