"You're not Christian?" Qebhet asked with a curious tilt of the head. She tried to avoid talking about religion at work, at least outside of a professional context; far too much potential for awkwardness. She knew this from experience. The last time a pair of Jehovah's Witnesses had come knocking at her door, she'd been so reluctant to offend that somehow she'd ended up serving them both tea and cookies while nodding and making polite noises as they explained to her the Truth of the Bible and the imperative that she accept Jesus Christ as her Lord and Saviour. Two years later, they were still sending her brochures. But she didn't think Genesis was one to push.