With any luck, Jeanne is too distracted by her hosannas and hallelujahs to notice that Childermass is rolling his eyes with such exasperation it was a wonder they did not roll back into his skull. By the time the Maid turns her attentions back to him, he has assumed an expression of patience ... though the slight rise of his eyebrows shows that the patience may be held through sheer determination.
He turns his attentions back to the pamphlet in his hands, scanning it quickly, as he had gotten in the habit of doing with the morning edition of the Times at the Hanover Square house. With a grave 'hmm', he responds at last, frowning. "You may change your mind about that in a moment or two. ... Dear stranger, it is our pleasure to welcome you to the Rye-slick ... I think that's it ... Peninsula. You have been brought here by the will and the power of our last remaining god, the Fog -" A quick upward flicker of his eyes to gauge her reaction to that bit of heresy is absolutely necessary, here. "- who seeks to reshape the world as She sees fit by bringing souls here to be changed into terrible monsters to hunt us."
... and now she discovers Essence of Childermass
He turns his attentions back to the pamphlet in his hands, scanning it quickly, as he had gotten in the habit of doing with the morning edition of the Times at the Hanover Square house. With a grave 'hmm', he responds at last, frowning. "You may change your mind about that in a moment or two. ... Dear stranger, it is our pleasure to welcome you to the Rye-slick ... I think that's it ... Peninsula. You have been brought here by the will and the power of our last remaining god, the Fog -" A quick upward flicker of his eyes to gauge her reaction to that bit of heresy is absolutely necessary, here. "- who seeks to reshape the world as She sees fit by bringing souls here to be changed into terrible monsters to hunt us."