This was a hard woman he was dealing with, and on some level Priest could respect that. He had never dealt with many of the nuns back in New York, but the ones he had were soft-spoken and self-effacing. Saga had nothing in common with them.
"We have many hard workers among our number," he told her as he worked to keep pace with her horse. "Bricklayers, seamstresses, the salt of the earth types. Ours was a working-class parish, and we hope to bring our skills into this new world. All of us."
They'd need guidance, of course, someone with steel in their spine to shepherd them along the path. Priest would simply have to bide his time. "I am certain that once we are fed and rested we can make ourselves useful to you."