She knows how the Horizon works, and that it’s been… a little off-kilter of late, but the timing of her prayer and the man appearing is almost too perfect. A gasp escapes her when he addresses her and her head snaps up. She makes a religious symbol across her body and mutters softly, "Sankt'ya..."

She’d heard the wings, but she could see no evidence of them. Her first, childish thought, is of the People of the Air, but she quickly dispels it was a shake of her head. “Yes, I— I am Inej Ghafa,” she says in way of introduction. “You are… Divine?” Because how could he have heard her prayers otherwise. So many people of Divinity here, it makes her head spin a bit.