Surely things the size of pews would be bolted down. Imagine if the ship had gone crazy and there'd been people in the chapel and pews flying everywhere. There would have been fatalities. Or crushed pelvises at least. Not that Phoenix thought any of this before doing her trick.
"Thank you," although she wasn't sure which part he was complimenting - the words or the balancing. Still, one had to be polite. Phoenix chuckled softly and said in a stage whisper, "I'm not the most reliable source when it comes to religion, Father."
Her smile quickly became a frown at the mention of her prayers. The handstand seemed to wilt then but only because she made herself go right side up. Her legs ended as one on either side of her arms. They were shaking. A cut hand and a burned arm were not meant for balancing. "My prayers are inconsequential," oh, nice big word Phoenix, "Telling stories to dead people is just that unless they're zombies." She glanced up at the image of Christ, "So unless you're hiding Zombie Jesus somewhere..."