Qebhet took a slow sip of her beer. An occupational hazard... she thought she understood. Being a funerary god came with a few of its own. Marian's method was technology, but her skill was in thievery. And thievery was not a job that could be done from the confines of the home. Nor was protest. At least, not usually. "I'm sorry," she said. "It must feel stifling."