"How do you know her?" Much asked, leaning over as well, their shoulders conspiratorially together. "She's part of your preaching group, right?" He still hadn't heard Mary preaching, partially because he didn't get a lot of free weekends between working at a bar and helping out at Tuck's church, and partially because he felt like listening to Mary preach might be so deeply personal. And yeah, they were friends, they were fucking, they'd staked out against Lucifer together and he had promised Jesus he'd look out for her, that time, but maybe it was just a little too personal?