The priest smile, a little uneasily. It was always difficult talking to those outside his parish and therefore belonging in the realm of the unknown. "Glad to hear it." He said, looking back to the dirtied hem of the cassock but disregarding it for now. It was only cloth and would be washed easily enough. Unlike a man's soul.
"No need to thank me. Actually, you have done me something of a favour. I was looking for... St. Joseph's Church?"