Willow's jaw dropped open in a mixture of confusion and indignation. "Earth is not superstitious hocus pocus! I happen to live there, mister! And for your information, superstitious hocus pocus isn't even superstitious hocus pocus! It's real. And, and... I should know." Her chin lifted in what she hoped was an authoritative tilt.
It failed when he looked past her, ranting about God. Willow shifted uncomfortably at that, declining to voice her own opinion. At his question, Willow reached out and gave the man a deliberate poke in the chest. "No. You're not pale and pasty, the sun is shining and you aren't burning, and you're not all corpsified. From what I hear, it's a pretty big thing when you die. You know it."