Jeannette's mouth purses in a little frown at the mention of a "Fog God", but she's too intent on listening to react much more. There are many good people even among those who were not born in Christian lands, so she won't condemn Rye-slick for that. (She might pray about it later, though.)

The mention of monsters, however, startles a laugh out of her.

"I beg your pardon," she says, catching herself - how rude of her to interrupt someone doing her a favor, especially someone who brought her such good news of France. "But that can't be true..."