It hadn't been a loaded question, but Qebhet could hear the hesitance in Genesis' voice, a diplomatic care with her words that hadn't been there before. Qebhet didn't talk about religion at work, because for all the staff at the funeral home were good and kind people, she'd seen before the subtle shift that came over certain believers, how their mannerisms changed when they learned she wasn't one of them. She didn't want to find herself on the outside in her own home.
It hadn't occurred to her that Genesis might have felt something... not the same, but similar, perhaps?
"I've never been Christian," she confided, "though I like some of the spirituals. The one you were singing, Down in the River, that's one of my favourites."