The streets had become familiar to Raizo, at least the streets back home. They had many friendly shadows to welcome him and hide him from his enemies. These were new streets, but like anything, could be learned. Common places such as 'this manor place' she spoke of were what made him uncomfortable. People were expected to be there. People expected to be found there. Two things he avoided like the plague. If anything he'd keep her safely guarded until the Manor offered protection to the mutant in his stead. "Churches should be your sanctuary. Most don't practice their true religion before the eyes of God. They perform their dark rituals in places devoid of holy ground, believing them safe from judging eyes," he reasoned, trying to remove her fear of churches. Provided she wasn't crucified at a church site, there was a chance he could reason with her.