In some ways, the cross was a symbol of defiance. That the world could change but her belief in God hadn't faltered nor changed, she would not think God had rained down judgement upon people nor would she be be a zealot for the crisis of Faith. Vesper wouldn't hide her belief but she wouldn't force it on others. Never. Love unconditionally because the lost needed that love from people more than ever. It was frightening to consider it, but being rejected as a Sister had drove her closer to despair than the aftermath of the Pulse. The pulse had shaken out of her despair.
She looked confused at the question and then looked down, seeing she was holding the cross again and looked up shyly. "I really do like people, I do. I love them. But they're loud sometimes and just incredibly noisy so... yes, sometimes I pray out here. But usually closer to home." She flashes a sheepish grin at Orion, "Today it's mostly gift hunting, honest. I still go to Church, too, but not as..." She gestured, "When I was still in college I'd go at the least trice a week. Now it's just once a week."