Well. That at least sort of told her something in a roundabout way. She still wasn't sure if this was God she was talking to--though he spoke as if he were--or just another ambassadorial type person like Michael Carpenter. Or even an archangel. And if he was God, how was she supposed to react, or behave?
"If you," she supposed she just had to go on faith, there, "Didn't think I was capable, I doubt this sword would have come into my hands." Harry had misused Michael's sword, once, and it had resulted in the sword being taken by a very dangerous enemy. "I don't think plunging into battle with the entire Red Court of vampires, under the direction of whichever of your archangels it was, really qualifies as simple. But then, maybe to you, it is. So yeah. In the meantime, I've got plenty of other hurts to deal with, without adding any more physical trauma."
Though, to be honest, she might have preferred it to the emotional roller coaster she'd been on ever since arriving.