Lot nodded understanding, "I suppose there wouldn't be," he mused aloud. It might have been a time for religion but upon further reflection he considered that for most their prayers probably didn't happen outside of the privacy of their own rooms. His eyes turned briefly to the rosary on the man's belt and and he felt the one tattooed onto his own skin almost pulse as if recognising another one of it's kind.
Lot shook Priests hand, "My name is Lot," he replied rising and falling in step behind the man.