"I don't want to go in your church, near your people!" Hermes said dismissively, his tone slightly mocking on the repeated phrase. "I just came to nail up some boards or some shit. I didn't realise that everyone had to be pure of heart to prepare for a hurricane! You put out a public call for help. Here I am. To. Help." He spread his arms wide. He'd thought this guy to be kind of alright, and here he was, rude, aggressive, and prickly as a cactus. As if the Merry Men had completely clean ledgers themselves! Murdering, thieving extortionists, the lot of them. That's why Hermes liked them!