For now, Ava would give him a benefit of another chance. True, there were things that rang so wrongly in her head but perhaps she was reacting poorly to what she was used to. Father Jim was a Jesuit and she was more of a Franciscan in her beliefs (maybe that's where it went wrong in Angel Mount, they were Benedictine). It was her who needed to adjust.
He hoped to begin an outreach of sorts to the lost souls here, to guide them on the path of righteousness, and he should start with the young people before they became set in their ways.
"A priest is welcomed," She held her tongue though about revitalizing, there were devoured people but it was hard to keep the faith when there was simply no priest. Not even a deacon and a deacon couldn't preform all the duties that priests could.
A few of her parish members had gone to her for emergency last rites, despite her protests that she couldn't do it. Some had no clue that she couldn't, others simply didn't care. Ava, despite her protests, went along with it. Better to give peace of mind and the hope that the intention of wanting to follow God's church would be enough of an act of contrition. "I'm sure he did." There was a mild look of surprise but then she reminded herself the state wasn't New York City. "Did he pass before the Pulse then, Priest?"