Samuel would be able to quite understand both aspects. The whole distracted by arguing with an annoying god in his head. It was at times a wonder he didn’t think he was going insane, but the voice in his head had been right often enough he stopped arguing against it being an actual voice. “Must’ve been a hard night if you’re needing to wake up in the middle of the afternoon.” He said with a grin and a tilt of his head.
Talk to her. There is something familiar about this god-soul. Samuel wrinkled his nose for a moment, as he was less than pleased at the prospect of all these separate god souls being around. It was hard enough to think he had been married to the waitress that worked here, that just boggled his mind, but he did his best to work things out in his own way.
“I’ve been here often enough. And the coffee’s pretty good actually.” He inclined his head toward the door. “Let me buy you a cup to make up for trying to run you over just now..”